Friday, January 24, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
various search terms that have led people to this blog
"help i forgot my comb"
"brr! it's cold"
"happy birthday ryan pug"
"drunken snow"
"yyyou"
"what happens when your pug sleeps" (He snores a lot)
"book with puns not funny" *
"didn't i try not to with my cat?" (I don't know. Didn't you?)
* speaking of which - It's A Punderful Life comes out next month!
"brr! it's cold"
"happy birthday ryan pug"
"drunken snow"
"yyyou"
"what happens when your pug sleeps" (He snores a lot)
"book with puns not funny" *
"didn't i try not to with my cat?" (I don't know. Didn't you?)
* speaking of which - It's A Punderful Life comes out next month!
Monday, January 20, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Monday, January 06, 2014
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
The Scottish Angel
As
you may or may not know, I grew up in the strikingly unlovely town of Ipswich in
Suffolk. I attended a Church-run Primary School, where our uniform
involved berets (for the girls) and shorts ALL YEAR ROUND for the boys.
Our annual Christmas Nativity followed a familiar, time-tested pattern.
The pretty blonde girls were the angels. The popular kids played Mary
and Joseph. The boys who owned the snazziest dressing gowns got to be
Shepherds.
Those of us with huge plastic specs and practical bowl cuts,
and spacial awareness issues, were generally relegated to the stable to
play donkeys, sheep and the other barnyard animals of the Christmas
story. It was ever thus. I dreamed of one day being cast as Mary, but I
would have settled for an Angel, too.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
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