My maths wasn’t always bad – it was quite good right up until year nine when maths got harder and, in a perhaps not un-related development, I started playing hockey.
The numbers for takeaway places are buried beneath magnets from plumbers, tree loppers and politicians, plus of course calendars from real estate agents, some of which are so old the year only has three digits (the calendars I mean, not the agents).
An election campaign is a great time to be a voter, because for a few short months – and only for those months – politicians of every stripe care about your opinion.
Back before the development of the internet, smartphones, and the practice of combining them to cheat at trivia nights, I was a useful person to have on your trivia team.