Stinky buses, jam-packed tubes, hordes of dithering shoppers. That blonde guy preaching on his megaphone at Oxford Circus. (You have to admire his stamina).
Ah, the soothing charm of the West End during sale time.
Cheer up, Miss Grumpychops. Nip ...
Last January you vowed to get healthy. Again.
So when you sank all your Christmas money into a state-of-the-art juicer, it seemed a wise investment. Alas, since then, it’s done nothing but guilt-trip you from inside its unopened box under ...
You’re hammering away on your iBook. In the zone. One paragraph from redefining genius.
Then.
Just. Like. That.
The blue screen of death.
You hyperventilate. Curse the gods. Kick something.
Time to call the overpriced, understaffed tech shop?
No. Time ...
