It may be about Christmas, and it has “Christmas” in the title, but The Nightmare Before Christmas is not a Christmas movie.
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It’s routine to encounter claims that political correctness has gone too far. Generally, this makes me want to switch off. I hesitate to profile someone who might use the phrase but many people willing to say “political correctness” in a negative way tend to strike me as insensitive.
As middle age wraps me in its corduroy embrace, I tell myself that I used to do cool things.
Santa Claus is real, and I won’t hear different. Pour the eggnog because Jolly Old Saint Nick is in the news and it’s not even Halloween yet.
Toys R Us is in trouble and, to we ordinary non-business folk, it seems an unlikely turn of events.
There’s a difference between cost and value, I often say, as I morph into one of those middle-aged men who use complaining as transcendental meditation.
We’re being watched, all day, every day. Privacy no longer exists. But does it matter?
If you’re going to eat crickets, mashing them up and baking them with cocoa and a soupcon of orange is the way to do it.
A headline that caught my attention was: “UK bans petrol and diesel cars”. Unfortunately, it was good business but not great journalism, because it was a little veracity-challenged.
Why do we drink so much? Let’s bellow “Wahey” in unison and talk about booze because it’s fun, right?