Canned humour

So, boys and girls, if someone ever gifts you one of these:

DO remember to take off the plastic covering before trying to open the damn can; it opens a LOT easier thataway. Or else you can be total retards like Crowley (giftee) and Firefly (gifter) who tried opening the thing using a hammer and a knife, before the bottom fell out with a soft ‘plop’ and the bottle was sitting pretty in Crowley’s lap. It was all very cute and kitschy, sitting on Firefly’s bedroom floor and laughing over it, but you don’t want this sort of thing popping up on YouTube. Beware.

I was away to Mumbai, but now I’m back. For how long though, I’m not too sure, given recent turns of circumstances and destiny. But fret not I won’t be away again for much longer. Just keep in mind that the secret to a fun time can well lie in little things like Cuba Libres, cheese omelettes, masala chai, and watching Crank and Crank 2 back to back on a humid afternoon.

Reflections on furlough to Mumbai:

1. J. J. Abrams is a class act, Cupcake.

2. Cinema goers in Mumbai are required to stand up and sing the national anthem before the movie starts. The screen displays a large Indian flag during the recital. This is touchingly patriotic, but very, very odd.

3. I’m now able to cook and make myself useful in a domestic environment. This is good news for some, though perhaps not for the cleaning lady.

4. I want a home with thousands of neatly catalogued comic books, every gaming console known to man, and maybe a Dali print or two on the walls.

5. Tea with ginger and black pepper is a fantastic aphrodisiac. Try it sometime.