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Harvard University existed for 383 years before anybody published a satire about it, and that person was me. Why didn't anyone else do it? Well, I've been thinking about that, see...
In which I offer a loose analysis of The Sound of Music, and wish you all a very Happy Christmas
The Americans feel about their democracy the way Australians feel about Vegemite.
Ten years have passed since that horrible, awkward night and I'm still trying to process it.
For about a month or so, Boudica and I had almost daily arguments about the existence of Yetis.
I was watching 'Saving Private Ryan' when I glanced my phone and learned that the American president had declared war on anyone who hates Nazis.
When you get to the baking aisle, the chances are that it’s already been looted.
If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed a person could survive a tumble like that.
You know what The Script is - it's the ritual with which we signal to one another that we're not alarmingly unusual.
I don't care who you are, there's something other-worldy about having your conscience called-out by a three-year-old.
One should be particular when it comes to picking out targets for petty acts of vandalism.
My quest to find a literary agent, its reasons, and some very excellent advice on how you too can query a literary agent.
I just disappeared for four years, purposefully dropping out of many people’s lives.
I have never been particularly neurotic.
My dog has tried to kill me on ninety-three occasions.
It was around this time last year that I did something fairly foolish.
In which a friend tries to get his hands on some John the Conqueror root, with the objective of seeing demons.