Imagine being an economist is a little bit like being Jack Nicholson in The Shining. Rattling around the Overlook Hotel, writing "all work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy", over and over on the walls. Red rum. Red rum.
This year, my New Year's Resolution was to say Yes - to everything. No matter what the universe sent my way, I'd say "yes" to it. Highlights thus far including playing a corpse, pole dancing, and learning to love the skinny.
Feeling a little overweight? Never fear, you are not alone. Lisa Scott muses on "body dysmorphia" and her "invisible lard overcoat".
Cousin Thorkild hails from Denmark.
Siamese cats have notoriously weak stomachs.
"But I've got such lovely fingers," I wailed to the bike shop man as he drove me to A&E.
Today is my birthday. Please, no presents (obviously I don't mean that: the ODT will be happy to provide a forwarding address - for large items a courier charge may apply).
"I wonder what it's like to have parents who stay together," mused Sophia (17).
I have worked in some pretty weird places.
The New Year is but a pup.
Without being disparaging to my own sex, I'll admit right now that men have found an awful lot of stuff.
Lisa Scott has her standards, even when it comes to camping sans gas stove, tent et al.
Warning! This article contains sensitive, female-only information.
"Are you awake?" isn't flirting, however much the economist says it is.
Insult: an expression, statement or behaviour which is considered degrading.
My forehead appears freakishly oversized when I check my reflection on the back of spoons.
When the sun doth shine in Dunedin, a rare enough event in its own right, a little-seen but widely noticed bird of particular plumage emerges: the girl in white pants.
