Just caught myself in the early throes of cleaning the boys’ room. This will not do. It’s obviously avoidance behaviour. Am staring at the latest review copy. The publicity hyperbole accompanying the paperback proclaims it “the perfect read for dog lovers and military enthusiasts alike“. Which is a pretty fucking long stride away from this […]
File this story under op-shopper’s boast, except, you know, I wasn’t even in an op-shop at the time. But heavens, what a discovery. I can’t even remember the original reason I was in Reverse Garbage, now, but it wasn’t to look for paintings. Yet there they were, four or five boxes of them: all oils, […]
1. My friend Helen was the best punchline rememberer of them all. All the best jokes died with her. 2. Actually, there is no number 2.