Modern Life Is Shit
When Was the Last Time You Used a Pen?
I was writing a birthday card for my aunt’s seventieth a few days ago. After I’d signed it, I passed the pen to my brother.
‘God,’ he exclaimed as he scrawled his name. ‘I can barely remember how to write.’
It showed. His signature looked like the poorly stitched brand lettering you get on cheap underwear. Boxer…