A little over-enthusiasm never hurt anyone. Humiliate, but not hurt.

You know those moments when your friend asks you to dress up for her kid’s party, and she says, “Come as your favourite De Niro”, so you spend hours finding the right mohawk wig and give yourself a black eye with some freaky makeup, then arrive stating “Ta da! Taxi Driver!” And when, after a … More A little over-enthusiasm never hurt anyone. Humiliate, but not hurt.

The Station

I had to go into the police station to collect a set of keys I’d lost. Easy, right? Wrong. I entered the monolith full of law-enforcing scary people and was ordered to sit by the eyebrow behind the desk. I did as I was told, determined not to do the verbal-diarrhoea thing, the tripping over thing or … More The Station

Sucker punch

I was invited to a school fete. Inside me said, no way, you’re not going to that – it’s all finger-painted ice-cream sticks and mothers racking up brownie points from the principal. But outside me smiled politely and said, sure, I’d love to support the local school. Even if the kids do smell like home-made … More Sucker punch