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I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

Patterns. Little Howrah Beach. February 2012. This week, another stolen Q and A from Sunday Stealing, The Get Out of Jail Free Meme, Part One ! As ever, the invite to contribute questions for me to answer remains open to all! 1. When you're home alone, do you still close the door when you use the restroom? ‘Restroom’? That’s even worse that ‘bathroom’! No, I don’t close the door when I am home alone and use the toilet. 2. If you have to go grocery shopping, would you rather go alone or with someone? I prefer to do it online these days! If forced, I’d rather go alone. 3. It's your best friend’s birthday, would you buy them a gift even though they didn't buy you one for yours Probably not. I wouldn’t expect it in the first place though. 4. You win the lottery. Lump sum or small payments over a period of time? Why? How small are these payments? Is there a significant tax loss if I go lump sum? I’ll need more detail before I can decide on this one, althoug...

There is no cannibalism in the British navy, absolutely none, and when I say none, I mean there is a certain amount.

The fences keep slipping underneath the dunes. Howrah Beach. April 2012. Just the one review this week, Polish authors Witold Gombrowicz's Pornografia . Essentially the tale of two bored (and filthy-minded) old men who find themselves in small-town Poland during the occupation in 1943. The two central characters indulge in a world of their own vices as the world around them is collapsing - in both a political and cultural sense. It is an odd book in many ways, and quite slow-moving. Only for the patient.