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Gandhi Goes To The Naughty Corner

My daughter, who is now five and a half (definitely not five), has discovered non-violent protest.
When she’s aggrieved about something – or possibly just stropy – she now walks really, really slowly. And, clever girl that she is, she tends to engage in this disruptive behaviour when we need to actually go somewhere – generally [...]

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occassionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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    • Incredibly helpful and friendly lady in insurance company almost enough to persuade me that their much higher renewal is worth it. Almost.
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