Month: September 2014

My Estranged Brother Who Isn’t Jerry

I have no sisters and an only brother, eleven years my senior. Reportedly, he was the happiest young boy ever when our mother brought him a baby sister from the hospital. (That says a lot, as I assume an average person would much rather have a puppy or a kitty than a sibling. I’ll have

Continue reading

The Weird Village Where I Live: Local Colour

I have already been reminiscing about my awkward first day in the village where I’m currently exiled from civilisation in a post here. This is a follow-up on the topic of local colour in the village, whose quirkiness turned out to be disproportionately large when compared to the small size of the community. The locals,

Continue reading