Ode to a Home

A nice surprise left by my landlord: this case of Carlsberg was in the fridge when I moved in. In fact, the flat was remarkably well stocked: tea, coffee, sugar, detergent, all kinds of cutlery, crockery, pots and pans, a vacuum cleaner, an ironing board and an iron. But the beer was the gesture that touched me the most..


"Plasma remorse". I really must be maturing if I'm set on returning a plasma TV to the store. There are many reasons why I don't need it: it's too expensive for me, it draws enough power to light up Times Square, it radiates enough heat to enrage Al Gore and it's big enough to double as the projection screen on the Starship Enterprise. Back to Curry's with you!