“Oh, you have to forgive old uncle Billy, he’s got a tumor the size of a watermelon growing on his frontal lobe.” “Sally is a very old dog, that’s why she pees all over the floor.” Ok, therapists – riddle me this: what does it mean that I think that there is some physical ailment […]
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While there’s nothing particularly wrong with Stoke, in a mediocre Northern English city kind of way, there’s also nothing particularly right with it. I spent a week consulting for MSW Technology, and would rather have spent the time in solitary confinement. With bamboo growing through my feet. I was still at the age where I
After dodging work for 5 years at universities, choosing the longest courses I could find without getting sucked onto the arcane path to becoming a professor, I spent all my savings on a one-man Sahara crossing by motorbike. It was like a personal Paris-Dakar rally, only without the pace, press or people. The name of
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