Tagged: fun

Topsy Turvy Tips for the Tipsy…

It’s not everyone who can hold a drink. And no, I’m not talking about the fading art of balancing the wine glass. I was talking about the less literal, more common, and definitely more fun ritual most of our town toast to. Some people have iron, rust-proof chambers in their...

The Mush That Binds

Regular readers of this site would know of the cold war and subsequent status quo between Hamish and his relatives over the quest for marital bliss. For those who came in late, I am at a stage in life where I put up trenches and shout “hold your fort” to...

Dry days are trying days

Those who know Hamish Joy are qualified to testify under oath – “Hammy? Oh, he’s Christian, I think, but he’s not really that religious, if you know what I mean.” Sure, I say ‘God’ and ‘Jesus Christ’, pretty often, but it is more frequently used as stress busting expressions than...

If I had a Gazillion Bucks

“What would you do if you had an unlimited amount of money?”. I was recently asked by my bespectacled cousin. It was a serious question; not the kind I could have slipped by with flippant answers like “Buy off the legal system and go ramming traffic police-vehicles with my customized...

Junkyard woes

The lighting was artificial, far from sufficient to navigate the terrain confidently. But he was thanful for whatever illumination it provided. The very thought of walking on the uncertain terrain in the dark brought a shudder to his spine. It was hard enough as it was. His eyes darted across...

Hide’n Scare – Juvenile games, episode 1

She was picking up the groceries from the forward rack. Her back was turned against me. It was night time, and the store was more or less deserted. It was, as Elmer would say, vely vely quiet. And she had no idea I was sneaking up on her. This was...

Saving Face – For Your Eyes Only

Ok, I’ve thought about this long and hard. I think I’ll do it. I’m going to trust you with a secret. But shh… not a word to anyone. Like I just said… It’s a secret. It’s a teeny tiny incident that happened a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t told...

This is a job for … Supermad

Everybody wants to be a superhero. I’m sure that from time to time, even you have woken up, rubbed your eyes, yawned, and felt that insane urge to don a cape, shout out an eager catchphrase at the top of your lungs, and jump out the nearest window, determined to...

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About Me

Hamish Joy is a man of few words, but thankfully (or thanknotsofully, depending on how you view it), he can REALLY stretch those few words to make up one full page. He currently works (?) in the United Arab Emirates as a Qualitative market researcher. Little can be explained about...

They Tax Me, They Tax Me Not

It is nearing the end of the financial year. And those of you who do not make a living smuggling coke knows what that means. Tax forms. The annual tradition of bidding bye-bye to your hard earned cash. Some people think it is an unsystematic biased ad-hoc method of government...

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