I guess there is a reason why I ended up an editor.
A little like this
NEW!
On another note, two more reviews have been chucked on the pile: Mad Women and Spoiled.
Disjointed.
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.
Anger shackles
On the train from Eumundi to Brisbane earlier this week, I’d scored myself some glorious uninterruptable hours to write a piece whose deadline casts a megashadow over the month (and a piece that’s proving a challenge on two fronts). Or so I’d assumed. Lack of chivalry meets lack of self control, and the bloke who […]