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I just let the cat out of the bag. Let it flap about in the stiff, westerly wind like it was a shank of fresh, haemorrhaging liver with it's genitals exposed and I was Thorg, Son of Mudbath. The cat I let out of the bag is a little secret joke kept, until now, between my younger brother and myself. I am a singer and songwriter by profession. I play gigs, play festivals, write tunes, lyrics, arrangements, record my own albums and sell them to folks. I try to make myself more interesting, ...

It's cold. It's wet. It's dark. It's three in the afternoon. But it's all cool, 'cos I figured out the origins of the word "hover". If you are not getting any sunlight where you are, and you are wondering where the sun is, I can tell you. It's out back of our apartment block...just sort of hovering. It hovers above the tiny courtyard flitting in and out of sight the whole day long like a UFO with attention deficit disorder. The tiny courtyard is walled in on all four sides by ...

It is no coincidence that one of the few german words in reasonably common useage in the english language is "doppelganger". Now, I said "reasonably common," useage. Cos from time to time I get into conversations about language and philosopy and sociology and linguistics and stuff and occasionally - because I have some connection to Germany, my wife is German, we live there now - the question arises... Is german a difficult language to learn? My reply is usually: "as...

I had no idea there was so much money sitting in Nigerian bank accounts waiting for some all-around-good-egg like me to help get it out and deliver a goodly percentage of it to its rightful owners. Not a clue. And why they all choose me is something I cannot hope to fathom. I just have to accept it. Incarcerated Nigerian political figures trust me, Paul Fogarty (or, as I am sometimes known - Pual Frrhgertitsky), above all others. They send me plaintive emails every other week. They trust me ...

I got two words for how cold it is here in Berlin. But I need to lead into it gently. I can't just throw any body in the deep end and expect them to swim ...I gotta lead up to it, inch by inch, degree by degree. Those two words I mentioned are pretty shocking. Well, obviously, that wasn't them. It's two other words, and those two other words are enough to render one incapacitated. The coldness, the degree of coldidity, or if you prefer, the extent of the frigidization, the lengths to which th...