I truly believe that life now, at the precise second I am writing this blog thingy, is better than it was a moment ago. But not quite as good as it will be in a minute.
Obviously, this doesn’t apply if you’ve just been caught by your wife having rumpy pumpy with the next-door neighbor or if you’ve just been wrongly accused of trying to assisinate Kim Jong Il. And are, therefore, about to have your nipples blow torched.


























