What’s better than being a corporate wanker? Trying to be one!

Great news! Last week, my enormously pregnant sister pooped out a 9lb nephew. Obviously she didn’t poop him out; I’m her brother which means, despite being an adult, that’s how I speak about her. Also, like a prom-night teen in a limo, he came out the sunroof. 

This is the latest on my Substack so I'll be picking them up from here. Cannot be arsed to transfer them all across.

These are short, daily brain farts. Always less than 500 words except for when they’re slightly more.