Our lives are filled with forms br we have to fill in, almost on a daily basis. br Most want a detailed description br of our entire life. br Date of birth, date of death. br You silly iriots if I was dead br I wouldn’t be filling in this form! br br What about some of the other silly questions they ask. br There is always one or two. br What gender are you male, female or other. br If other, please explain. br I scratched my head. br I am a cross between a mongoose br and a little green man. br br Why must they always put other br when they ask a question? br How do you get to work, br walk, bike, bus, train, car or other. br A friend came across that question once. br He simply ticked other and then went on to explain br that he went to work on an egg. br br Now about these forms br that seem to dominate our lives. br During our lifetime, br we probably fill in enough forms br to stretch around the world and back again br if they were placed end to end. br Writer’s moan about writer’s cramp, br I moan about form cramp and that is that.