One goose, and a Jay
AS I WAS slowly reversing out of a parking spot, the Audi became engulfed in a giant cloud of thick white smoke. Realising the poor fool involved was me, catastrophic thoughts of dollar signs filled my head.
Biting Back
This is not merely a mark left on my memory. Instead, it was branded, with all the hissing and the smoke that come with that, and I can let the film play in my head at any given moment. It was 1999, my first big assignment as a rookie journalist, com
