Me thinks the parakeet was used as a ploy for attention. Why? Because firstly small talk was not allowed to commence until the owner found the bird. And secondly, when conversation ran an alternative course the owner kept trying to bring it back to the pet. 'Oh what have you got there you clever boy!' … Continue reading Parakeet ploy →

By spotting their flaw and violently thinking less of them for it, you reveal your own. You can't hide from the psychiatrist. To them your attempts at secrecy read like an open book.

Somewhere along the line someone convinced them that winning was all that mattered. And so Monopoly ends in tears, card games descend into arguments and matches lead to fights. Friendships have been broken. Relationships have been fractured. But it was all worth it because they won! Right? Right?!?

You're never ready enough. Thankfully time knows this and keeps marching on forcing you to confront the challenge as you are.

Thinking out loud is a curious thing. It's not meant to be taken seriously, we're just exploring possibilities here after all but it wouldn't be wise to throw in a jokey suggestion. The out loud thinker would not appreciate that. The exercise says: "I'm not convinced of this course of action yet, can I get … Continue reading Thinking out loud →

Frank brought it up in the group chat, and I knew the rest would chime in. So, wanting to be a part of the conversation, I watched the highlights. This is how minority sports grow.

There is winning and there is avoiding losing. The first brings joy. The second brings relief. The more you can experience the first the better. The second is a trap of winning. You're motivated by fear and embarrassment. The first is chasing achievement.

I have nothing to write about Which means... I have no good ideas Which means... The fear of failure has gotten the better of me at this point in time.

Joe pickle had traversed thousands of miles, trekked over treacherous mountains, slid down slippery slopes and pricked his bum on a cactus.And he had finally arrived. He pinched himself. He wasn't dreaming. He was well and truly in front of the one and only Placana (that was pickle talk for wisest of them all).'Oh omniscient … Continue reading Pickle’s meaning of life →

Jonesy' weakness is weakness. He can't handle it. He's allergic to it. His motto for adversity has always been accept it and learn from it. Quick, easy, one and done. But now with his witness protection programme, Jonesy has to be exposed to new people. People who wallow. People who mope. People who cry for … Continue reading Jonesy and weakness →