Note: If you haven’t seen the film Apocalypto, intend to, and don’t want me to ruin it for you, don’t read this.
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“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening…”
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…”
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…”
Welcome to San Francisco a month before Christmas.
New Zealand’s a sensible sort of a place.
Walk in with foreign mud on your boots and they don’t fine you, lock you in jail or burn them from your…
Imagine you were a crab.
You’d spend a lot of time scuttling sideways and waving your pincers around. You’d enjoy the odd dip in the sea and – if you were a hermit crab, at least – you’d sashay down to the mollusc graveyard to check out the latest styles.