A month in England. Something I took for granted for three decades of my life, yet something I really enjoyed over the new year as a US resident. I nearly wasn’t a US resident for a minute there. I lost myself. It was almost time to call the Karma Police. I started to pack about […]
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Imagine being told that you had an allergy to beer. Imagine being told that you shouldn’t eat Weetabix. No Marmite. No bread. No milk. Imagine someone told you all these things at once, and then told you to pay them 45 quid for the privilege. My allergies were revealed to me on Thursday. Sure, I
“Go and talk to him. He’s much richer and far more interesting.” – Neil, trying to fend off the advances of a girl apparently named ‘Spro’ in a nightclub with a stick and launching her at me.
