The Man Behind The Curtain / February 21 2008
My brother has been talking recently about how he hates receiving visitors at his flat.
I reminded him yesterday of something he used to do, some rather bizarre behaviour that used to provide me with hours of endless amusement, all those years ago when we both lived at home.
He has always been a vaguely eccentric fellow [...]
Dog’s Fog Jog Hog Shock / February 10 2008
It was very foggy at 8:am this morning when Audrey and I were jogging around the park.
About half-way around, I noticed that she was no longer following me; she had stopped to inspect something underneath one of the wild rosebushes that border the dilapidated tennis courts. She was only about 10 metres behind me along [...]
Climbing Trousers / February 3 2008
‘Billy, come down from there!’ his mother chided him in agonised entreaty. ‘Those are your best trousers!’
‘No they’re not,’ shouted the little boy. He scrambled even higher up the wall. ‘These are my climbing trousers.’
Hearing the querulous squeals of little Billy on the rec’ this morning and watching this anxious woman wringing her hands in [...]
