T’was

T’was the week before Christmas, when all through the land Not a creature was safe from austerity’s hand.   The P45s were placed in the OUT-tray with care, While Chairman …

Him, Robot

I follow the thought-provoking blog A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself so it was wonderfully exciting last week to find a yellow padded package (with an exotic San Francisco return address) stuffed into my humble post box …

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Would you eat anything with a face? A jolly little gingerbread man with an icing smile? A jelly baby’s head? A fish cake? My cakey philosopher friend Chris explains that their very reason for …