Eventually, I Manage To Cheer Mum Up

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.

Dieting On New Year's Day Isn't A Good Idea As You Can't Eat Rationally But Really Need To Be Free To Consume Whatever Is Necessary, Moment By Moment, In Order To Ease Your Hangover. I Think It Would Be Much More Sensible If Resolutions Began Generally On January The Second.

In Terms Of Parenthood, I Think The Pressure Has Amped Up Massively Too. Some Parents Are Setting The Bar Ludicrously High In Terms Of Doing Things "right," And Seeing Children More As Products To Be Perfected Than Simply Children.

It Is Proved By Surveys That Happiness Does Not Come From Love, Wealth, Or Power But The Pursuit Of Attainable Goals.

I Hate Christmas. Everything Is Designed For Families, Romance, Warmth, Emotion And Presents, And If You Have No Boyfriend, No Money, Your Mother Is Going Out With A Missing Portuguese Criminal And Your Friends Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore, It Makes You Want To Emigrate To A Vicious Muslim Regime, Where At Least All The Women Are Treated Like Social Outcasts. Anyway, I Don't Care. I Am Going To Quietly Read A Book All Weekend And Listen To Classical Music.