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I have no running water at my house. In fact, in the nearly five years I’ve lived in Greystone Park, I have not had running…
Whoever said women are the weaker sex was drunk on Zed and Bronco and Histalix combined. I just have to look at my friends, and…
We already found out the hard way that not everyone is a farmer. Not everyone is meant to start a business, open a shop or…
So here’s the “Happy” video. If this isn’t on Channel O already, the world is a far more cruel place than I ever thought. And…
I couldn’t resist …
See, I’ve often wondered (albeit rather briefly) if my occasional lack of compassion is indicative of some essential lack of morality in my soul –…
There is something profoundly cynical, my friend, in the notion of paradise after death. The lure is evasion. The promise is simply an excuse. So,…
SafeDIZ is a fledgling campaign to raise awareness of the need to remain safe while having fun during the festive season DIZ (December In…
So, here we are. The end of November. Silly season in Salisbury. The annual influx of snake-oil salesmen, the eloquent exaggerators with eccentric accents. The…
One of my favourite TV shows of all time, The Weakest Link, ended for good earlier this year. I’ve always loved Anne Robinson; the way…
