because I adore a good snark...

How To Write About Africa, from Granta.

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Yesterday, at lunch, one of my co-workers eyed the remnants of my salad.

"You don't eat tomatoes, eh?"

"I don't eat restaurant tomatoes."

"May I ask why not?"

"They're kind of bland and watery."

"Oh. You're a tomato snob."

Busted.

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The number of gray hairs along the sides of my head has passed from dignified sprinkle into the next phase, whatever that is.

I like how it sparkles in the light.

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I suppose it's probably too late for me to go back and become a secondary school history teacher, eh?