Month: August 2014

The fish love me!

“Are you preparing for the Third World War, Sir?”, smirked the cashier as I passed him with my trolley crammed full of toilet paper. “No, I just have a very exciting swim on Saturday and I’m nervous like hell!”, I answered casually. It was only Thursday, but I […]

Hall of Shame

Let’s take a break. Just for one moment, for one post. Enough self-glorification. Now is the time to let a few skeletons out of the closet. You know, the little secrets we only reluctantly share in public. The ones that might spoil this image of perfection we hold […]