How Not to Be an Arsehole at the Museum

The difficult bit of human existence is that everyone else is also participating in it. There are some great people, some kind of mid-range people, and then you have the massive arseholes who always seem to congregate precisely where they shouldn't be with the sole objective of making the rest of us miserable. And sometimes, they go to the museum.

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Unpacking Knickers

I have just started to unpack ten days’ worth of luggage after a lovely summer trip to Wales (translation: I have opened my bag, spent two minutes wondering if doing the laundry really was what I wanted to do with my day and decided against it), and something struck me: I hadn’t worn a good third of the clothes I had taken with me. I had to face it: I, like many other people, pack too much stuff.

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