
Oh For The Fear of a Bear!
So I've been thinking a lot about bears, lately.

Punching Upwards
Harvard University existed for 383 years before anybody published a satire about it, and that person was me. Why didn't anyone else do it? Well, I've been thinking about that, see...

The Sound of Christmas
In which I offer a loose analysis of The Sound of Music, and wish you all a very Happy Christmas

It's re-hash Wednesday and St Patrick's Day is nigh, meaning that fifth-generation Americans will suddenly announce they've been Irish all this time and go out to Samuel Becket readings or stay in to argue passionately about which among Joyce, Heaney and Yeats provided the world with the most literary description of the potato. See? That was one sentence. It's called brevity, Joyce.