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Little Crack is a regular swimmer
Little Crack is a regular swimmer, complete with red-eye, disproportionately sturdy shoulders and a bather that goes transparent around the bottom area as soon as it touches w...
Like the time we glanced round a roomful of our extended family and understood in a revelatory instant that premature male pattern baldness is without a doubt passed down from...
Little Crack has reached that level of stress where all you can really do in order to feel in any way more efficient is chew your sandwiches very quickly.
Our life is like a tent
Little Crack has stopped working in an office. In fact, we’ve stopped working 9-5. Our life is like a tent, with all the poles removed.
Do people have favourite birds?
Ever wondered what your name might be if you lived in the 1920s? Really, never?
Big Day Tomorrow
As Little Crack’s mum used to say on Christmas Eve and on the day before our birthday, or when tomorrow was the day we were going on holiday / to the dentist / back to school ...
Here’s a notion. A rule of thumb, if you like. People who use the phrase ‘date night’ are wearing their parental duties like a smug, outsized badge of honour.
‘You smell lush. Spag bol?’
This morning at work, someone revolting leant in too close, inhaled deeply and nasally and said ‘You smell lush. Spag bol?’
Pump Action Balsamic
Today Little Crack received a press release about ‘pump action Balsamic’ and we were dismayed in a kind of numb, bleak, empty way.
What’s Shit About Tinder
Do you know what’s shit about tinder? Tinder. Tinder is shit about Tinder. We don’t care that they’ve turned dating into a consumerist activity.
Just say thanks and move on
Little Crack knows how to take a compliment. While other adult life skills (like acquiring digital TV or boiling eggs so there’re neither slimy phlegm or rubbery protein balls...
Little Crack enjoys it when people post half-story statuses on Facebook. They might say something like “No, you won’t get the better of me by behaving like a petulant moron, h...
Eccentricity Stole Upon Little Crack.
We never thought we’d become a grizzly old person in slippers, shuffling around in other people’s gardens with a cat on a lead.