Minutes for the PTA meeting regarding the bake sale/Trudy’s hands turning into horse hands
Items to be baked are assigned to avoid double-ups.
Donna - chocolate crackles
Michael - lemon bars
Lola - carrot cake
Trudy - EXEMPT DUE TO HORSE HANDS
Jenn - toffee pops
Duncan - the cupcakes with the little edible paper pictures of beloved Disney characters on them
Nancy - toast
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When I Put Seven Hot Dogs In My Mouth, I Am Doing Literature
This is a line-up filled with brilliant editors, and fabulous event organisers, and writers who have created works of beauty and intellect and a...third thing. Me? The last piece of writing I had completed was a eulogy I performed at a comedy night called Dirt that ended with me cramming seven hot dogs in my mouth while writhing around to a dance remix of Danny Boy.
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I regret to inform you that my daughter, Turf, is coming to your house
I regret to inform you that my daughter, Turf, is coming to your house. Perhaps you have a misguided child who considers Turf a friend. Perhaps she has somehow wheedled her dark arts upon your good self and insisted herself into your home. Whatever the catalyst, the decision has been made and my daughter, Turf, is now coming to your house.
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An Open Letter to the Scientific Community, Requesting Humbly That They Grant Me Great Honking Robot Legs
Dear Scientific Community,
I know that you have a lot of science to do and very little money to do it with, but I humbly request that you grant me great honking robot legs so that I may stomp about the neighbourhood and inspire others with my might.
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