Tag Archives: Humour

Video Game BS with which I am absolutely DONE (Part 1)

Before anyone points out the similarity in titles, this piece is inspired by – indeed, an answer to – the excellent Kotaku article by Kirk Hamilton; “What Video Game Shit Are You Too Old For?“ As an unemployed 30-something living … Continue reading

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Warding off the usual Worries

I hate these bays. I feel so exposed. They are completely open – that’s sort of the point – and anyone can just wander past and look at all the inhabitants. No privacy at all. Combine that with the hourly … Continue reading

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A Tragedy of Tardiness

Wind whistled through the Doctor’s wispy white hair. The sense of release flooded through him, filling him with the ecstasy of liberation. One, last, deep intake of air… He jumps. In this one most of almost weightless freedom, Dr. Rackenbach … Continue reading

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What His Desk Thinks About At Night

He and his missus have lived in this room over a year, and he still hasn’t cleaned me. Just dumps all his crap on my head, like I’m some sort of shelf. Hey, bozo, I’m here to be worked on! … Continue reading

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Knock Knock

“Who’s there?” “Revel.” “Revel who?” “Revel-who-shun, baby!” It had been my idea to make the password a joke, but when I pitched it I didn’t realise how childish it would really be. Still, the comrades seemed to get a kick … Continue reading

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A Parent’s Bad Habit

It makes my skin crawl, it really does. Annoys the hell outta me. Why can’t he do it in the privacy of his bathroom? That’s what I wanna know. Of course, if I actually asked him that he’d get all … Continue reading

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The Cleaning Lady Behind The Cleaning Lady

“Ah ain’t no lady.” Lips thin, drawn down in an inverted crescent. Eyes squinting with disdain. Face scrunched into a picture of dissatisfaction. Even her haircut seemed to radiate a loathing for the object of her ire. “Ah’m a cleanin’ … Continue reading

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