My Emotional Support Animal, Mands, tells me that, ‘You either have a good time, or a good story.’ Well, strap yourselves in for a heroic tale about air travel, the weirdest guy on the aeroplane, an early morning hunt for a clinic at Nairobi Airport, a busting suitcase of pharmaceuticals, and Chlamydia. For an extra …
It’s holiday time for kids, and I can honestly feel the seismic shift in happiness. I still remember watching the second hand move, and then the collective breathing in, and silence… And then the shrill gleeful sound of the school bell shattering through our bodies. Today these two gorgeous young whipper snappers came into the …
There’s a popular dating metaphor about unicorns. Everyone is in search of these elusive unicorns- the “perfect man” or the “perfect woman” (if we’re working in gender binaries). By my measure, my limited insight into Tinder, everyone thinks they’re a fucking unicorn. The age of digital media and popular folklore has led us to believe …
Put on your seat belts folks, and bust out those half time oranges! There’s an old rugby cliché that the two Davids seem to be embracing; ‘Well that was a game of two halves’… And boy oh boy don’t they look like a couple of Naases. Apparently there are psychologists cashing in on all the …
A brief observation involving smoked trout, a woman, and her 3 (4?) year old daughter. Woolies Dean Street really is the gift that keeps on giving. And, now that they’ve revamped they’re really killing it from the perspective of attracting a new class of wanky shoppers. I’m a wanky shopper. I love Woolworths and I …
My mum and I get compared to the Gilmore Girls all the fucking time. I resisted watching the series for a long time, shrugging off the comparison while adopting my natural state of sardonic and opinionated. But then I had to watch it in order to have an opinion, to see whether we were actually …