I am not a great believer in doing things. I am a great believer in reading about doing things and reading about reading things but actually doing stuff just wears me out with the type of boredom that only an episode of The Voice can produce. My day consists of questions:
Why do we have Bon Jovi if God exits?
What happens when you mix yellow and red?
What is it about ears that attract Mike Tyson’s teeth?
So I finally get the motivation to study how magnets work and it’s almost as if the beer knows I’m Irish: