This photo is of me driving home after a dinner party. I submit it as evidence that I take my turn as skipper. Anyway at dinner the other night, my host was recounting a conversation we’d had the day before. He said – I was wondering if you asked the question to get fodder for [...]
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This is a photo of Groover at the top of the overbridge that we walk on during our weekend’s walk. He nearly always beats me to the top. These days I find it hard to find the time to exercise. Yes I know it’s an excuse. Yes I know that if I really prioritised properly [...]
“I’ve told my husband, if I lose my mind completely, get Alzheimers or something, lose the power of speech… I’ll still want sex.”
“Surfing is a strange sport. It’s like sex. All week we talk about it. We spend hours on the telephone finding out whether or not conditions look good to do it. We argue about where to go to do it. And when it finally comes to doing it, we spend seven hours in rubber suits [...]
We were discussing traditional roles today and we decided that in fact Groover is a woman and I – or at least – apart from the grunting, screaming childbirth thang – I am a man. Let us review the evidence together: Groover loves cooking, can keep a fantastic house, makes the bed like a nurse, [...]
