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My favourite bit of that commute was when he got off the fucking bus. Heh heh heh.

The one where I admit to an irrational grudge against Daft Punk.

Why going viral matters.

An early start leads to a revealing day for everyone involved.

On my pitiful memory for names, particularly actors.

Fond memories of my school music teacher.

Notes on the redesign and spring cleaning this blog has undergone.

Ignore everything anyone ever told you: men have a mating season, and it’s fast approaching.

Three freaks collide disastrously on the 2130 from Westbury.

A friend inadvertently finds me online.