My best friend Paul, we have known each other from wee lads, went to the hospital last week. I was crushed. They told me he had acute appendicitis. So they operated. He was in a lot of pain. Lots of pain, so much pain he couldn’t call me for several days. Then he recuperated enough Read More →

I am not a car person. I will never be able to drive, so I have always wanted my best friend Paul to get the car of his dreams. He said he wanted a convertible, classy, awesome. I could imagine me riding around in that. He said he wanted low gas mileage. Even better then Read More →

  English boys are… different When Paul and I were growing up he wanted to be a relic hunter, I was going to be his assistant. His degree would have been in archeology/history and mine in computer science/history. Well things didn’t work out. Paul got lost in his own house, and had no idea whether Read More →

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