We called our Christmas tree “Fat Barry”. “Fat” because it was particularly broad and big-bottomed, and “Barry” because, well, just because it made us laugh and seemed to fit. Barry’s one of those names that’s not popular any more. You don’t see many new people being named Barry, let me tell you. The name is just gathering dust, like old jam on a shelf, and one day you’ll turn around and all the Barrys will be gone.
Monday, December 11, 2023
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THE COMPUTER SHOP (2018)
Sitting there in the computer shop I felt like a man from another age. Either that or the computer shop was from the future.
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