Yes. Fuck you indeed, Uncle Gary.

Many hugs and warm wishes to you. I am sorry you have this to deal with and I hope your time with your mum helps. If it helps at all, I’ve been there: with an emotionally manipulative and abusive partner, despite (or perhaps even because of) being reasonably intelligent. I think being intelligent doesn’t make you/me…

“I was standing on the station platform, and I saw a miserable, angry, cold-looking woman who looked just like you. She was so ugly like that. Cold and ugly. If you don’t sort yourself out, you’ll end up miserable and alone like her and your mother.” Quoth my dad to 18 year old me with undiagnosed depression (signs of…

Thirding this. I am so glad to be single. I saw mum do this work for Dad and our family got *years* to no avail or recognition (even my own, to my shame) unless she dropped the ball or didn’t, at which point it was her fault for not doing a “simple” thing.

It was lo these many decades ago that I watched it, and as a Mini-Cheese, it seemed like a documentary. I suspect now I would find it sillier. But you have absolutely confirmed that if I ever watch the new one, I will need to be in a room on my own with a bumper pack of tissues.

At work, in team meetings, we have to watch a lot of safety videos about xyz life-changing or tragic accidents. Usually with commentary by the people whose lives were affected. They’re supposed to raise safety awareness but invariably leave me trying to pretend that I have a stuffy nose or something in my eye because…

I also bawled like a baby when they killed King Kong (in the first movie). My family thought I was nuts. Never saw the new version because I know I’d do it again and everyone would think I was the weird one.

Thankfully, I too am among this number. We few, we happy Bieberdong-free few.

Last week was an epic quest to conquer the angry contents of my veg drawer before Qsomething achieved sentience.

Brain: “this arm will totally bend in three places that are not my elbow! That’s how it’s supposed to work! I’ve seen the cartoons.”

Affirmative and vigorous nodding. And that moment of brief deluded, “no, no it’s ok i’ll just grab it.” And then realise the inevitable truth.

Yep. That horrible sense of inevitable doom. I always check my shoes carefully before getting on the train now.

I once lost a shoe (off of my foot which was wearing it) while getting onto a train. It fell off into the gap between the platform edge and the train door. Fortunately I was on the way to the airport and so once I walked through the (full) train with my suitcase, one shoe on, one shoe not, I was able to put on the…

I have my period right now, brought on by Donald Trump. I sacrificed a hot water bottle to him by drowning it in a chocolate fountain. And lo there was blood.

Quitting smoking was so bloody hard I know I can’t start again because I cannot go through that again.