OddThinking

As a student, my father, Joe, paid his way by driving trucks. He had many stories of life as a truckie.

One Sunday morning when I was a teenager, Joe confronted me. “Where were you at 1am last night?” he demanded.

“I… ummm.. errr…” I stuttered, quite startled.

I wouldn’t call myself a great cook, but I get by. It is important in life to have a few standby killer recipes. One of those recipes is Apricot Squares.

At uni, my friend, Karen, ran up to me. “Come with us to the airport! Stephanie is coming back from a long trip to the UK, and we are all going to greet here!”

Lister really didn’t like Craig much, but that was no excuse for the dirtiest prank I have ever heard.

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.

In which we hear the story of a couple, united by spam.

I was called back angrily to fix the TV – when Position 8 was selected, Channel 2 was shown, rather than the VCR!

Huh? I fixed that yesterday? I re-tuned it, and scratched my head, and watched it for a while. It worked fine.

This repeated several times with my family getting more and more annoyed at me.

Wayne worked on a project installing a custom computer system onto an oil-rig. When the system was ready to ship, they packed it all up into boxes, took it down to the car-park. Then they ran one last test.

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 […]