“See ya, Martin!” Martin waves his hand, just like he always does. It’s always “See ya” and never a welcome, always “See ya later” and never “Hello now, Martin!” I caught up with him once when he was hurrying away and asked him what he thought about life. “See ya later mate” he said, “Gotta ...
In these strange times, it’s not unusual for something ridiculous to happen. A dog might suddenly fall from a second floor balcony and you’d simply step out of the way and hope that you didn’t get any muck on your shoes. You might go to a cinema show only to find a meeting of angry ...