Valentine’s - Christmas for card shops (and couples)
I once bought my dear dad a Father’s Day card. He laughed, called me a silly sod, and asked how much money I’d wasted on it. My answer, £4.50, was apparently so hilarious he almost choked on his bacon. Fair to say ‘death by bacon’ wasn’t the present I had intended to give him to say thanks for being a great dad. I haven’t bought him another card.
Withheld number, withheld responsibility
In recent times it has become fashionable to highlight the issue of online trolls – cowardly geeks, hiding behind anonymous twitter, facebook or blogging accounts – whose hurtful words cause distress to whoever they decide, often at random, to target.
Ranging from random abuse of celebrities to targeted and long term victimisation of innocent people, these trolls are undoubtedly a problem, and deserve to be punished for their behaviour.
Make the most of it, kids
Sixteen years old, pressing snooze for the thousandth time and blocking out the hammering on my door, I dreaded the day ahead.
A day of unrelenting anguish, explaining why I hadn’t done my homework, embarrassing music lessons, Organic Chemistry and fitness training. A day of avoiding my girlfriend (I’d upset her, again), wishing I hadn’t let my father force me to buy those hideous school shoes, and pretending I owned more than one Jack Wills t-shirt.
