Oh for the love of...

I think it reflects my fundamental joy of life that completly implausible things seem so likely. I must want them to be true, because I believe in a world of dreams and endless possibilities, where we should all be constantly amazed by the perpetual miracle of everyday existence.

But just to confirm: there is no such thing as flying penguins. You should know that, before you go and tell other people about them. That would be embarrassing.

Seriously. Every year.