Archive for February, 2009
Small plastic G-clamp
Once, when my girlfriend was little, she went along to work with her dad. While he went about his business, he gave her some highlighter pens to draw with. Highlighter pens are not the best kind of pens for drawing. But this was an office after all and she was only little. Hearing this story [...]
A soupçon of portent
“You’re obsessed with bums, you are,” my grandmother once told me. I was five years old and she said it with a hint of outrage and a soupçon of portent. To solicit this reaction, I had proudly revealed to her the naked arse of a Micky Mouse doll. She was correct, of course. I was [...]
