“Where did you get that from? Guatemala? Honduras?” I followed the Waitrose check-out lady’s gaze to my crotch area. Ah yes, I was wearing a multicoloured bumbag. Not for fashion reasons obviously, but as a nifty hands-free receptacle for any guinea pig grass I happened to find on my walk (I live in quite aContinue reading “Bumbags and birthdays”
Not that I’m a pessimist or anything. I’m just potently aware of my own – and everyone else’s, mortality, and there’s nothing like the sudden arrival of New Year’s Eve to bring it all rushing to the surface. Cheers! In Western culture we have a tradition of marking the start of each year with aContinue reading “We survived another year on this inevitable road to death”
Technically time doesn’t go quickly. It goes at the same speed, depending on how you’re measuring it.