The other morning I was keen to check out the blockbuster first round matchup at the US Open of number two seed Simona Halep up against five time major winner Maria Sharapova. I was ready, I’d pottered around in the kitchen, cooked up a mushroom omelette, brewed some coffee and plonked down in the lounge chair, turned the TV on and was bombarded with a wall of grunting noise. Continue reading A mushroom omelette, coffee and grunting
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I just want to eat my cookie
Lately something about me either screams ‘pathetic’ or ‘this guy needs to be saved’. I’m not sure I look any more pathetic than usual, maybe I need a shave, yes that could be it. Wait, I think I’ve got it, that’s right I’ve got no legs, my life must be crap, I need God to show me the way. Continue reading I just want to eat my cookie