Having 10,000 spoons when all you need is knife isn’t ironic, it’s bad planning by the caterers. A free ride when you’ve already paid isn’t ironic, it’s bad timing at the fairground. A traffic jam when you’re already late isn’t ironic, it’s you being an idiot and expecting the Dartford Bridge to be moving smoothly... Continue Reading →
Judge away
There are few things I hate more than gherkins. People who put pens which don't work back into the drawer. Relentlessly positive or negative people. Arsenal fans. But above all of those groups, even Arsenal fans, are naive utopians. A friend recently added me to a local singles group on Facebook. A cursory look through... Continue Reading →