So my latest Killings post is up and it’s all about women and stand up comedy. So read that bad boy (or girl) here.

In other news I am taking a literature class at an expensive private boys’ school this week, as in teaching it, on a book I haven’t read since second-year uni. Thankfully that book is FRANKENSTEIN because so what if I don’t know how to teach, who doesn’t love a living assemblage of  the limbs and other assorted body parts of dead people? More importantly, who doesn’t love a knitted frankentein’s monster that is also a cat?