What happens when your smartphone goes off on a 'solo mission,' and you perform the perfect slow-motion face plant, all while squeezed into a suit of neon Lycra? You get a mystery only Sherlock (in cycling shorts) could solve. Here is how I proved that karma exists—even if my dignity didn’t.
The Elephant, the Pub and the Gonads
I 'insightfully' Googled what men talk about in pubs, and the results weren't surprising. We’re great at shoulder-to-shoulder chat about the offside rule, but we’re failing the 'nads' exam. Reflecting on the elephant that sat in the corner of my dad's room, I’m joining Deadpool and Hugh Jackman to prove that talking balls—literally—is a conversation we can't afford to skip.
Balls to Parkinson’s 