Not behind the wheel of a large automobile, I found myself in Amsterdam a few weeks back. It was truly a whirlwind tour of a cool European city, staying in an apartment overlooking one of the many canals. It was such a blur that only a few things stick out in my mind: God damn, […]
Regression Therapy : Soak ‘im in oil ’til he sprouts a flipper Read More »
“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
Very much maligned and misunderstood Read More »
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
