October 21, 2001
Here’s a moral dilemma for you: you’ve adamantly sworn yourself off all consumables which are deep-fried, pre-packaged, chocolate-smothered, icecream-centred, caramelicious, take less than two minutes to prepare, or have been proffered up by a suspicious-looking clown who assures you that his special sauce is nothing to worry about. Then a mysterious, faceless organisation sends you [...]
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October 17, 2001
My dear old workmate Kazza, she who was always proud to announce to all members of company staff which colour knickers she was wearing on any particular day, dropped in for a fleeting visit last week. Upon entering our living room, she swiftly sunk herself into the couch. ‘I’m pooped,’ she sighed. ‘I was doing [...]
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