It was a normal Sunday afternoon, I was the normal me .

He’s the ripper of the night and me, I’m the sleeper of the day. Obsession for slumber in daylight, anybody?

Every Sunday, without fail, I try and come up with an excuse to not do the peeling. Mainly, because I always end up leaving bits and pieces

Say What Now?! — Edition 8 Before you go ahead, let me take your coat of reason and rationality. Things only get wibbly-wobbly from here....