Also surprisingly good at Jacks
I literally had difficulty remembering the password which is the key to this blog machine, which is an interesting, yet not very interesting, fact about me. Now I have forgotten what I came here for, and I’ve eaten an entire wheel of soft cheese, the remnants of which are peppering my moustache and linoleum floor.
I think it was Ernest Hemingway who once said,
“He who is [something something] will always approach a task armed with a hot mug of cocoa, [something something], a predilection for larrikinism, and the innate candour of a polar bear.”
That may have been Ernest Hemingway, or it may have been the anthropomorphic koala in my dream last night who stole my keys and scurried up a lamp-post. I could only look on in horror as he scrutinised my choice of keyring, guffawing and jingling them in his surprisingly dextrous paws. I am usually pretty strict with anthropomorphic koala bears, but this time I was not in the mood for a fistfight.
Hello, I'm Afe.
