Ten years have passed since that horrible, awkward night and I'm still trying to process it.

I had an idea for a book the other day. Some people, a group of housemates, mainly, are watching the arrival of aliens on their television. Here's a tiny portion of what they might see.

So a friend got himself a cat, and now he needs my advice.

I had just quit my job to write funny books. The circumstances were not ideal, but I have never seen ideal circumstances in my entire life.

It's time to come out from the woodwork, but where do I start? How about I go back to the middle.

You already have enough worries of your own without me startling you with incredibly well-expressed anecdotes about bears.