Mishaps, musings and modern life
Tales from the everyday trenches.
With snack breaks
NEW: still warm from the keyboard, slightly toasted
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Just one more squeeze
A humble tube of toothpaste becomes a daily referendum on character. This piece unpicks how small habits turn into battle lines—rolling versus squeezing, dignity versus chaos—and why we care far more than we should.
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Surviving Monopoly: Mayfair, Jail, Repeat
A “quick game” of Monopoly is never quick. It’s a slow, cardboard unravelling of trust: bankers accused of fraud, rules replaced by vibes, and one person quietly plotting a board flip like it’s a civic duty. Family bonding, but with…
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When your trolley chooses violence
A supermarket trolley should be a simple partnership. Then one wheel goes rogue and suddenly you’re diagonally line-dancing through Aisle 5, sweating with pride, refusing to swap carts like it’s a moral failing. Modern life, but with tinned tomatoes.
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The invisible weight they carry
Patriarchy doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it naps. This piece looks at the quiet ways domestic life trains men to protect their rest first—while chores and emotional labour become “shared” in theory only. Awareness is the starting line.
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Suspended: Notes from a hospital waiting room
Hospital waiting rooms sit in a fold of time: not quite life, not quite medicine. We don’t look at each other, except we do. Teal chairs, fluorescent hum, held breath. Alone, then oddly connected — just waiting for permission to…
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Sunshine amnesia: barbecues, blankets and barely warm beers
England does sunshine like it’s a celebrity cameo: unpredictable, brief, and capable of making grown adults abandon laundry in favour of sitting on damp grass with warm beer and unearned optimism. I used to fear the sun. Now I’m out…
I Wrote Those - by Sid Balachandran 