‘Tis The Season
It isn’t much of a secret that I don’t like Christmas. I must have stopped loving Yuletide when I was around 11 or 12, when I first became cognisant of the obligations, disappointments and other such family-related drama that accompany…
Cats: Narcolepsy On Caturday
Bob is getting sleepy. Bob is getting veryyyy sleepyyyyy. Bob is, predictably, out for the count.
My Father, The Troublemaker
I’m very fond of my dad for a number of reasons. Of late I’ve been particularly impressed by his knack of calling out people and things that don’t make sense to him. He told off a young couple for necking on the MRT in full…