Kettle, meet… Cereal?!

I tweeted this earlier but I feel my latest act of brilliance is worthy of a more thorough recap. It’s right up there with asking if Tango & Cash was ‘the one with the dog’ or mixing up my pronunciation of Kirk and Spock (I’ll leave that one to your imagination). I’m not always a […]

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This is the Pits

Somehow, whilst sitting in the sun yesterday, I’ve managed to end up with a sore armpit. It doesn’t feel burnt as such, but it wasn’t sore prior to soaking up the rays; it only became sore afterward. I don’t know how I’ve managed to achieve this.

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Yet more Weird Dreams

Last night’s dream came at me completely out of left field. I dreamed I was a contestant on Masterchef (if you’ve seen any of the posts I’ve made about cooking, you’ll know why this is not a good idea), and the brief from the judges? To make a beef sandwich.   (I can do this!) […]

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A Blood-soaked Dream

    Continuing today’s theme of discussing the murky depths of my subconscious mind, in all its twisted glory, we arrive at a dream that could be described as a nightmare – only it didn’t feel like one. I wound up joining the army. Yes, I know how absurd that sounds. Stop sniggering. Anyway, I […]

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Last Night’s Adventure

I promised I’d explain last night’s dream, and so here it is – brought to you by a partially sleep-deprived brain, which may explain some elements of it. I don’t recall it perfectly, but it involved myself and a… friend? Colleague? I don’t know – zooming around a major city, late at night, on some […]

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