Feb 9
1 min read
I’d never make a good comedian…
Why? Because I can never remember a joke to save myself. I’ll either ruin it by spouting out the punchline prematurely or fuddle it up completely.
Maybe it’s because I remember telling one at a very posh dinner party as a child and got the stink-eye from my mother afterwards. This memory came flooding back after writing yesterday’s story on Brownies.
What’s worse than a guide in your pocket?
