Cropdusting Hipsters

It all started when I farted in yoga. It happened once, twice, three times a lady flatulist. Not many girls own up to a fart, so at first I pretended that the pop was simply a wayward hip joint being wrenched from its socket like a newly-weaned, puppy farm kelpie. It kept happening though: every class I'd cropdust … Continue reading Cropdusting Hipsters


Jesus was a Pisces

I begin this post, safe in the knowledge that I am going to offend some people. It is not my intention. But, just like a coeliac eating cake in an elevator, I should probably apologise in advance. I speak, of course, about religion. During my late teens and early twenties I rallied against many things, … Continue reading Jesus was a Pisces