I cannot say with any conviction that I truly believed, at the outset, that a search of my pyjama-drawer would yield any alarming results. So when I found a foreign pair of blue pyjamas whose leggings had plainly been tailored for a man with thighs the size of He-Man, I not only declared that the excess fabric could substitute my duvet, but nodded smugly at the cat as well.
I can now use my duvet for a great many things. I could, for example, put the mattress up against the wall and employ its use as a toboggan. Equally, I could pull it over my head and run outside excitedly, and perhaps scare a few people who would liken my countenance to that of a ghost. The courts would surely let me off with only a warning. It’s nice to retire to bed with warm thoughts of a chuckling court magistrate.
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
