I bought a couple of new books today, and I’m hooked on Never Hit a Jellyfish with a Spade by Guy Browning. I love this author, he’s so in-your-face and deadpan humour. Gawd I miss this kind of humour. I particularly like this part on
How to…do extreme sports
“ It’s vital if you’re going to do any kind of extreme sport to dress like you’re a surf dude and to shout ‘Whoaaaaa!!!’ when you’re doing it. Turning up in a comfortable tweed jacket and doing something extreme while whistling nonchalantly just makes everyone else feel as though they’re wasting their time….
The big secret with extreme sports is that they’re all rather easy. That’s because all extreme sports are gravity assisted. No one classes ultra-marathon running or single-handed circumnavigation or Arctic crossing as extreme sports because they require monumental effort, discipline and strength. Besides which you’d freeze your nads off in surf gear and nobody would hear you going ‘Whoaaaa!!!’ when you disappeared down a ninety-foot crevasse.”
The last person I knew who actually spoke like this had an in-built radio British accent and caused every guy in my JC class to lose in soccer betting and hence was banned from being seen outside my J1 class, unfortunately he was also my personal escort to and from school and I had to ditch him at the staircase, which every morning he reluctantly walked up 4 floors even though his class was on the first.
Ah yes, I once had good taste in men.
And because I am legendarily random, here’s a photo of me at the top of Orchard Central. I like this place for the same reason why I like going to Orchard on Monday nights. Because there’s absolutely no one here. I also happen to think this is the best place to break up with someone. It’s a place where you go to have your “I-need-to-talk-to-you-in-private” then of course the street looks rather alluring from way up high. That’s probably why there’s the glass panels, to prevent any “post-I-need-to-talk-to-you-in-private-impulsive-actions”.
There’s also my love for pie. The hunt never ends when it comes to pie. It’s all the fault of Pushing Daises and Ned the Pie Maker.

