How many times have I sat on a dinner table listening to my Dad debating with an Uncle about the problems in Bangladesh? Loads! And nobody seems to have an answer. My dad ends up with the same question every time: Why don’t Bengalis just follow the law in Bangladesh?

I read something last night that made me laugh, apparently the Bangladeshi government has told mobile phone operators to stop offering free calls after midnight because loads of parents complained that their kids were chatting through the night forming romantic attachments.

“Oh bro, these chips are too dry.” - “Oh bro, I can’t walk it that far, give us a lift” - “Oh mum, I’m really knackered, I’ll vacuum the house later, please, you just don’t know how hard uni was today” - “Sorry mate can’t come into work, got a stomach ache” - “Oh iPod Nano, how dare you be out of stock!”

Oh, how sad your soul is.