OddThinking

In which the author reveals his age, and reviews an old electronic game.

I hope by the time you read this, the problem will be fixed, but embarrassingly, our parliament has been taken over by hackers - and a full 6 months ahead of my plans!

My psychic connection was almost spot on… and yet my psychic senses detect that some people are skeptical of my skills… they are thinking… wait, the message is coming through: WORST… PSYCHIC… EVER!

I wanted to point out a new linguistic phenomenon out to the world.

The poor kid was trying to be a gentleman and look in the opposite direction to the mass of perfectly-formed young female bodies each trying to get hurriedly changed from one swim-suit to another.

I thought this he was missing a great opportunity.

Oh no. How did I end up in another cold-reading situation?

On Sunday, while looking for something else, I stumbled across a journal that I kept for six weeks in 1991.

So, what did I discover about my twenty-year-old self?

My father, Joe, smoked cigarettes when he was younger, but he decided he wanted to give up.

In which Julian re-discovers his masculinity - it was in the wrong place all along

… and then he loses it again

… and proves he can turn the most mundane act into a story.

Many years ago - I was still a preteen - my grandparents were hosting a dinner for all of their children and their grandchildren. After dinner, we kids played some cards, while the adults talked.
We were playing Pontoon - which is a gambling game - but rather than using matches for tokens, we borrowed the [...]