In ancient times, when an earthquake shook our world, we interpreted it as a sign from the gods, as punishment for some wrong. In those times, we believed the world was flat and the sun revolved around it. Our egos put us at the centre of the universe as the pinnacle of God’s creation.
But, over time, scientists questioned this, and, by looking deeply into the nature of things, were able to prove the Earth revolves around the sun, and earthquakes are a result of movements of tectonic plates within the earth’s crust, or volcanic action.
We live in a 24-hour news culture. The algorithms behind our social media and news feeds give us more of what we want, like kids eating McDonalds for every meal. They put us, like our ancestors, at the centre of a universe in which everything revolves around us. This blinds us to the true nature of things, so we are shocked when events take place that do not fit our filtered world view.
So it is with Trumpageddon. Continue reading “Trumpageddon”
As dawn breaks over stink-hit Britain, cats arch their backs and hiss at felines they don’t recognise. Could they be the cause of the awful smell? It seems best to catty minds to urinate and defecate as widely as possible, in order to ward off a further stink-fest.
Families hold their noses as they knock back eggy soldiers, then adults despair at the ineffectiveness of magic trees in their cars. The smell shows no signs of dissipating.
At The Unspeakably Posh School for Boys, Michael and Boris are deep in conversation. Continue reading “Et Tu, Brute?”
Once upon a time, there were three very naughty boys named Boris, Nigel and Michael. They were the naughtiest children at The Unspeakably Posh School For Boys, but they never got into trouble, because they were just too posh. Michael was good at putting the blame on others. Boris could always make the teacher laugh. And Nigel was so popular with the other children that they always defended him when he’d been naughty. Continue reading “Three Very Naughty Boys”