A thing yesterday evening that made me laugh a lot. I’ve been slowly but not steadily going through an impressive collection of Stuff in order to get rid of at least some of it, and in a stack of old magazines there was an issue of New Humanist from January/February 2011. I put it aside to leaf through later, and yesterday was later so I leafed through it and paused at a review of a book about compassion by Karen Armstrong. “Oh interesting,” I thought. “I wouldn’t mind writing a review of that myself.”
So I read past the headline and discovered that I had written it.
I don’t exactly know why that was so funny, but it was.
It’s here in case you want to read it (also if you don’t).
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