August last year, when my cat went into advanced stage kidney failure and I chose to have her put to sleep. She had stopped eating and didn’t have the strength to support her own head at that point so not a difficult decision, but still very hard to accept.

This isn’t the future any of us wanted.

Ask a Tongan why their grandparents don’t like Samoans.

Who are you? Where’s the regular nurse?

I’m not a warrior, I’ve just lost the memory of what happened last time, and all the numbers after 8 and the word for those flapping flying things that sit on power lines. People keep talking about Traumatic Brain Injury. I think that’s my favourite punk band?

Yep.

Leftover… cheese? I know what each of those words mean individually, but put them together like that and you’ve lost me.

I drank an entire bottle of coke in the first act, which made the last act seem infinite.

It was an amateur production of Shakespeare’s As You Like It that a friend and his son were both acting in. It could have been quite stodgy, but the actors made it good fun.

Count me in the column of people who think Verne is equally well-known to Wells. Heck, I’m part way through Off on a Comet at the moment.

Accidentally inhaling a drinking straw.

Much less of a problem now that I’ve stopped using them, admittedly.

No TV in the bedroom. Bedroom is for other activities.

Using war on foreign soil to kill the firstborn? Hasn’t that been every US president?

Well it is the most wonderful time of the year.

They’re cats. How would you stop them?

Is the caduceus there as a religious symbol?

Is the Stitch?

Maybe we just shift all the plaques.

Last week I had a really vivid dream in which I was using the Donald Trump Memorial Toilet. He wasn’t dead in the dream, but I felt like I was sending him a strong hint.

I was at a friend’s father’s funeral and someone had to stop the celebrant and let him know he was eulogising the wrong person.

No need to over-engineer it. 4-year olds work for juice. That’s gotta be cheaper than AI tokens.

The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll.

"Come, listen, my men, as I tell you again,

The five unmistakeable marks,

By which you may know, wheresoever you go,

The warranted, genuine, snarks."