It has been five months since I last retired from gainful employment. When I left London I was heading for Honduras, but despite crossing fourteen borders I have yet to escape Europe. I almost managed last week, I had a real ticket from London to Austin, Texas departing seven days ago. It was a real […]
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It’s like, karma, man. You know – it happened on Sunday on a violently hungover quest for blood sugar from the Tube’s chocolate vending machines. One machine swallowed 50p and despite a violent and bloody war of attrition with its eject button, the machine refused to do anything other than look smugly at me, withholding
Why do they keep torturing that old man? Stop wheeling him around, he needs a break. Why don’t you let him retire and play video games? You gave him this job at age 58. Let him retire, he’s 82. The last pope to retire did so in the 13th century. Come on JP, call it
