My shower gel is £1 but my washing up liquid is £2. Why am I spending twice as much to clean my plates as I am to clean myself? We're both covered in the same pasta sauce.
I hate it when Americans include the year and model of a car in a story and you have to guess from context if it's a really good car or a really bad car.
"My husband showed up to our first date in a 1983 Chevrolet Anaconda."
"Haha, what a total loser or millionaire."
It's strange that Freddos are cheaper per gram than Dairy Milk bars. It suggests that chocolate is naturally frog-shaped and making it rectangular is an expensive industrial process.
This morning I had to open a new bottle of milk, a new bag of coffee and a new box of cornflakes for the same breakfast. This is called a breakfast eclipse and it only happens once every six and a half years.
It's strange that watching paint dry is considered boring but going to an art gallery is considered interesting. That's just watching paint that's already dry.
If breakfast was really the most important meal of the day, it wouldn't need so many mascots. There's no cartoon monkey singing about beef stroganoff and that's why people respect dinner.
Introvert tip: Always carry a pint of milk in the summer so you can turn down invitations to spontaneous outdoor fun by saying "Sorry I've got to get this back to the fridge."
I’ve really enjoyed watching all of the James Bond films in order. Next I’m going to do all of the non-James Bond films. I’ll start with that one where a train arrives, and then work my way through to Sonic the Hedgehog 2.
Umbrella Academy is bad for my self-esteem. I don't need to see a bunch of exceptional people who were born in the same year as me. I already have Taylor Swift for that.
I didn't become a comedy writer to make friends. Somebody already made Friends in the 90s. My idea is called "Coffee Crew" and it's completely different.
Charles Bukowski drank a pint of whisky and two six packs of beer every night while he was writing Post Office. Tonight I drank a Coors Light and wrote a blog about how to avoid phishing scams. Just a couple of tortured souls spilling our guts on the page.
I hate it when there’s a James Bond song that doesn't say the name of the film. I don’t want any of this Writing’s on the Wall nonsense. Sam Smith should be singing “Hey Mr Spectre/ It’s nice to have met ya’/ Overhead projector/ etcetera etcetera”. That’s a proper Bond theme.
I always put raisins on my cornflakes and it makes me think about the unpredictable nature of the universe. These grapes have ended up as a cheap topping on my morning cereal, but they could just as easily have ended up as a fine wine on my evening cereal.
Me and my friends went to see Cats on New Year's Day so that "2020 could only get better from there". It's been a lot closer than I expected, but I'd still say it worked.
When you think about it, it's crazy that one of the best poets was called William Wordsworth. That's like if Vincent van Gogh was called Johnny Paintbrush.
I never used to wear gilets, but I bought one this winter and it's been great. I like how it warms my body while leaving my arms free for tasks such as waving at other people in gilets and pointing at gilets I might like to buy in the future.
One Hundred Years of Solitude is only 400 pages long. That's a year of solitude every four pages. Three months of solitude per page. Every line is a day and a half of solitude. I defy you to find a book with a better paper to solitude ratio.
I never know when to end a sentence with "baby". Sometimes it's charming e.g. "That's just how I roll, baby", but sometimes it's offensive e.g. "I don't think the two of you should've had a baby".
When I practise my stand-up in front of the mirror I have to remember to pause after each joke and imagine the laughter. It's good practice for when I'm performing in front of an audience and I have to pause after each joke and imagine the laughter.
I've got someone coming round today to fix my tumble dryer. I'm really tempted to open the door in dripping wet clothes and say "Thank God you're here!"
AI is only a threat to mediocre writers who can't come up with compelling and coherent ways to describe things. That's why I'm so worried. I'm as worried as a horse.
My friend told me that I should drink almond milk because it produces 80% fewer greenhouse gas emissions than dairy milk. I'm usually quite set in my ways, but I've decided to bite the bullet and switch to a different friend.
Why are there only summer and winter Olympics? They should have an autumn Olympics where the pool is full of leaves and some parts of the stadium are haunted.
I used to watch Friends and think "When I'm in my 20s my life will be just like this." I was totally right: my life is still mostly spent watching Friends.
They're playing the whole of Nevermind in Primark. It's so strange to hear one of the defining cultural touchstones of my life being soundtracked by Nirvana.
I don't understand people who complain about how busy they are at Christmas. It's the only time of year you're allowed to say "'tis" and "'twas" instead of "it is" and "it was". I'm saving about five hours a day.
I love Charles Dickens' character names. It's always like "Sorry Billy. Mrs Nicelady is dead. We're sending you to live with Mr Stabyouintheface at Stabyouintheface Hall."
I hate films where nobody turns out to be a ghost. I don't need every character to turn out to be a ghost, but not having a single character turn out to be a ghost is just lazy writing.
I never know what to wear to the dentist. I can't wear my white t-shirt because it'll make my teeth look bad by comparison, but I can't wear my black t-shirt because I stole it from my dentist.
"Hey, Plato, they're naming an adjective after you!"
"Great! Does it mean wise and influential?"
"No, it means none of your friends want to sleep with you."
I wish the kerchief industry would go beyond handkerchiefs and neckerchiefs. I want a backerchief, a chestkerchief, a pair of footkerchiefs. I want so many kerchiefs that people call me Chief Kerchief.
I���m looking forward to this wild period of free love after the pandemic but I’d like to know if it’s going to be 1920s cocaine and jazz free love or 1960s LSD in a field free love. Just so I know what shoes to wear.
When I was 10, my dad told me that our dog had gone to live on a farm. It was years before I discovered the truth. The dog had serious gambling debts and was working on the farm as a way to pay them off.
I hate it when people think they have to choose between having a successful career and a fulfilling personal life. I'm living proof that it's possible to have neither.
My friend made the mistake of hiring a clown for her six year old son's birthday party. He was completely traumatised and hasn't worked as a clown since.
It’s hard to enjoy Romeo and Juliet once you discover that Juliet is 13. Barely a teenager and she already has her own balcony. I can’t relate to that kind of success.