I could barely function as an adult; I slept through alarm clocks and lost train tickets mid-journey.
“I could barely function as an adult; I slept through alarm clocks and lost train tickets mid-journey.”
— Sara Pascoe · Adult
The World Motivation
I could barely function as an adult; I slept through alarm clocks and lost train tickets mid-journey.
“I could barely function as an adult; I slept through alarm clocks and lost train tickets mid-journey.”
— Sara Pascoe · Adult
I could barely function as an adult; I slept through alarm clocks and lost train tickets mid-journey.
Sometimes I am lucky enough to hang out with Tim Key and he is constantly funny. Every moment. When I haven't seen him for a bit I do his voice in my head to entertain myself.
The pancreas releases insulin to make you ready for fight or flight when you're scared. So if you don't fight or flight - if you stay onstage, telling jokes - then your body stores more fat in your tummy which makes you insulin resistant. All comedians have fat bellies, even if they exercise.
Like water around rocks, people streamed around them as though this sort of interaction, noisy and involving foreigners, was nothing unusual.
I watch the same cartoons over and over again. I watch Adult Swim. I watch 'Futurama' repeatedly.
Many people think fairy tales and retellings of fairy tales are only for children, but I'm not the only writer to take an old tale and retell it for a sophisticated adult audience.
Strong families serve society by bringing forth healthy children and maturing young adults, by being a rich source of a compassion for sick members, of support for others in time of crisis and of care for the elderly and the dying.
I just totally do not believe in this sort of Bart Simpson character who infects so much of our literature and film and TV stuff nowadays, these know-it-all kids who seem to understand the hypocrisy of the adult world so thoroughly and can talk about it with such articulateness. That's bunk.
When I was a small child we were allowed to wait up until midnight on 31 December. Then as the TV chimed, Dad would run to the front door and open it, welcoming the New Year air. This is the kind of entertainment you make in poor families, and cry to your therapist about when you're rich.