Thanks to those of you who took the Personality Disorder Test and sent me your results under cover of night. You’re all hysterical neatnik sociopaths, with the emotional depth and stability of Princess Di. And I feel better now.

Thanks to those of you who took the Personality Disorder Test and sent me your results under cover of night. You’re all hysterical neatnik sociopaths, with the emotional depth and stability of Princess Di. And I feel better now.

The Coney Island Cyclone is a rickety wooden rollercoaster that makes for a deeply upsetting experience if you’re prone to terror. I screamed the whole way through it on Easter Sunday, except when I put my head down and then banged my nose hard as we trundled over a dip. The Hasidic women on line looked worried about their wigs as I staggered off clutching my face and weeping.

Later we watched a huge Hasidic family watch a Puerto Rican family catch stingrays from the pier. Nine beautifully dressed children stared as the fisherman stood on a gasping stingray’s wing and sliced its spine with a penknife. The tail slowly stopped flailing. The Puerto Rican kids hopped around with excitement; the Hasidic kids were still as the fish.
  ‘Mommy, help me! My dinner is pointy!’ said my sister in a stingray voice.

Joe, beloved co-worker, turned 29 yesterday:

 ‘You, Tricia, and Marci got me such perfect gifts that now I’m worried that I talk about myself too much.’

Christopher Hitchens on the Queen Mother:

‘A woman who symbolised and endorsed luxury and idleness in personal life, philistinism in culture, ruthlessness in eugenics and reaction in politics.’