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I Come From A Little Town You’ve Probably Never Heard Of – How My Only Meaningful Dream Is Actually Just One Big Joke

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A few years ago, I went to get some talk therapy. The therapist asked me to keep a dream diary. I did warn her that this was probably a waste of time. My dreams very rarely have any structure. When my slumbering brain talks to me, it’s like an over excited five year old boy trying to tell his mum about a particularly great day he’s had at school. There lots of : “And then, and then, and then, and then…” but with very little actual information being imparted. Read More…

Black Bullets And Big Daddy –  Why The Seventies Weren’t All That Great And How A Comic Strip Taught Me What I Really Am

 

I used to visit my Grandma every Saturday when I was a kid. We didn’t call her “Grandma” though. We called her “Nana”.  There was one question she would always ask me at some point during these visits. “Do you want a bullet?” she would say. Don’t worry, she wasn’t threatening me or anything. She wasn’t “Gangsta”. She wasn’t pointing “nine” in my “grill” because I’d broken one of her Royal Doulton china poodles. Read More…

Second To None – Why Catholics Only Have Two Emotions And It’s Often Better Not To Remember Who Came First

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There were many gasp worthy events in the year 1981. President Anwar Sadat of Egypt was assassinated. Ronald Reagan was assassinated. Well, sadly he wasn’t, but someone did shoot him. And someone tried to assassinate Pope John Paul II. That attempt was also unsuccessful. As someone whose life has been blighted by Catholicism, my feelings on that are mixed. A mix of guilt and shame. Though the fact that guilt and shame are the average Catholic’s emotional reactions to virtually everything makes it difficult to read anything into that. Read More…

What’s The Word? – How To Avoid Urinating In A Frenchman’s Laundry Basket

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When I was a feckless teenager, whiling away sunny Saturday afternoons getting smashed in public parks, there were only three drinks available to me. Read More…

Ah Yes, I Remember It Well – Why Quantum Theory Might Mean That You’re Not Getting Old As Quickly As You Think

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Have you ever been reminiscing with an old friend about some joint escapade from your youth and then started to violently disagree with them about what actually happened? Read More…