As most of you will know, six months ago I was fired as moderator of General Chat, which we now call The Treehouse because that’s a much more suitable name for a place where we discuss cannibalism, the meds we’re taking and the details of losing our virginity. You know, just like the kids do. If you weren’t aware of my liberation from duty, I’m honestly not sure how, because I spent a lot of time in the weeks that followed making sure everybody who would listen was as acutely aware of it

The title of this blog is something I've learned over the past year from my time here at PC. I do like to be nice to people and I tend to like people by default - until they give me a reason not to. But the lesson I've learned is that when somebody is dumb, it can be the most infuriating thing in the world. That's why it's imperative that when this happens, you must explain to them - in the most condescending way you know how - why they are dumb. Because if you don't, how will they learn? Clearly

I went to painstaking effort last week recounting my act of heroism in the shopping mall, where - at great risk to my own personal safety - I fixed a potentially traumatic spelling mistake on an out-of-order ATM machine. I knew you'd all be dying to know what happened next: was the perpetrator brought to justice? Did I ever receive my badge of honour? Was there a statue erected in my name?

So I went back to the mall yesterday in hope of finding the answers to all three of those questions...

I am of the belief that it is imperative to give back to your local community because in the end, when the chips are down, it's the people closest to you who will rally around and support you in your time of need - and when that happens, you're going to want them to want to be there. I am also, however, the first to admit that I've been a little lax in my efforts to benefit my local kin of late (and by 'of late', I mean for the past twenty-one years). Not once have I helped a doddery old lady cross