If I shaved my hair off, I might look like this:
This morning I had an email telling me that I was to receive £4.6M in a will following the apparent death of an alledged relative somewhere in Nigeria. I didn’t know that I had a relative over there, so its a shame to hear about their demise in this way.
Oddly, someone else in the office received the same email. We’re not clear if that means we get £4.6M each, or if we have to share. But that’s not the point. Given that we’re both beneficiaries because we are related to the deceased, we must also be related to each other. What are the odds of that?! How surprising, that a morning in the office should turn into a highly lucrative family reunion.
Sadly the Misanthropic Society appears no longer to be in existence, so I shall never be honoured by an invitation to join.
Life starts tomorrow
today is stasis
yesterday a dream