Monthly Archives: August, 2006
The trick of flying is to aim yourself at the ground and miss
Welcome to Snibston Science Park, said the banner. This would be one of mine and my dad’s Bank Holiday Things. Tomorrow is pony-trekking. I will keep you posted, but can I just say that ponies and horses? They really freak me out. Their teeth; they smile as if they’ve all stolen human dentures. Ridiculous. “Two …
The comfort of fireflies
My house was in total darkness when I walked in the door. I set my ballet shoes down in the hallway and walked further in. I poked my head around the living room door and saw Nic lying on the sofa and Mike doing a semi shoulder stand on the couch. The lights were off. …
Threats
My Dad: Actually, can we stand? Me: Yes… Why? My Dad [speaking quielty]: I have a chapped bottom. Me: What? My Dad: I have a chapped bottom. I chafed it. [pause] Me: You know I have a website, right?
