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The Second Golden Age Of Smoking
When Little Crack is elderly, we’re going to remember now as the Second Golden Age of Smoking.
Has Crimewatch done more harm than good? It’s a question on literally NOBODY’S lips.
Poor Ferrero Rocher...
As a child, Little Crack went through a phase of worrying for the emotional wellbeing of inanimate objects.
Awkward is a big thing at the moment.
Awkward has two ‘W’s separated only by a ‘K’ and therefore always looks awkward itself, on the page.
Little Crack has a crick. In the neck.
Little Crack has a crick. In the neck. We first learnt of this incredibly annoying condition aged 11 in an art class.
For Little Crack, life is much like the card game Pairs
For Little Crack, life is much like the card game Pairs. We only get it right every 3.5 goes. Things don’t match up properly. We turn over the wrong card at the wrong time.
Once, there was no time to do fun stuff with your family.
Older generations inconveniently died before any disposable income could be generated or another layer of family would raise its fetus head demanding that all family-activitie...
How Not To Get Old
There’s a programme on at the moment called How Not To Get Old. There’s only one answer to the question of how not to get old. It is death.
When your cat puts his bum in your face
he’s hoping today will be the day you decide you quite fancy licking a cat’s bum.
Here’s a fun thing to do.
Send someone who lives on Ginsters and pre-grated cheese with a list to get your fruit and veg.
Yesterday, Little Crack had a primeval experience.
We were walking along the street in our usual unassuming way, mediating on the idea that all of life is a prolonged endurance test,
When you have a baby
you end up with a sweep of blue or pink across the mantelpiece. Friends of Little Crack’s had a baby girl recently so they’ve got pink.
As a smallish child, Little Crack once stood before a mirror
and allowed our eyes to lose focus. We’d learnt to do this from Magic Eye posters and decided to try the technique on our own babyish visage. Blur overlapped with blur,