Sheila looks over the menu. “I think I’ll have the lasagne,” she says. “Lasagne!” Colin exclaims. “You know who else liked lasagne? Hitler, that’s who!” “Hitler?” Sheila says. “Yes, Hitler. Actually, it’s the entire reason he joined forces with the Italians during the war, in order to ensure a constant and steady supply of lasagne. […]

I wake today from an unrewarding sleep and find myself unmotivated and listless. It is too much trouble to put on clothes, so I wrap a blanket around myself and shuffle into the kitchen, thinking perhaps that some sinfully black coffee will put me into a different state of mind, but once there I find […]