Well, just a day after turning over a new chapter in my life where I operate with foresight rather than hindsight, I have failed once again. In a bit of a dash to get the boys to their respective schools and colleges on Thursday morning I threw on a creased shirt a pair of grubby old bottoms and Harry's plimsolls that look good on a fourteen year old but quite frankly, fucking ridiculous on a bald bloke one month shy of his 45th Birthday. I ...
I was driving out of my close on Monday evening when I saw a hedgehog and its offspring desperately buffering up against the kerb in an attempt to get on the path to safety. Like a true hero, I got out of my car and lifted them all to their safety and they scurried off to carry on their business which presumably involves hogging hedges. I couldn't help thinking that with better foresight the hedgehog would have seen this problem coming and taken ...
Anyone who watched the Ryder Cup this weekend will no doubt agree with me when I say that what happened in Chicago was one of the most spectacular sporting occasions in History. On Saturday afternoon Europe were finished, beaten out of sight by an American team backed by supporters who goaded the Europeans by cheering missed putts, wayward drives and lake bound tee shots. Nothing ceases to amaze with American sports fans and their loud mouth ...
I watched or read something not so long ago (I can't remember which now) where a family in Australia decided to have a neutral child. By that, I mean that they were challenging the gender stereotypes we put on our children at birth. The idea is that boys only like things such as Bob the Builder, Action Man and bedrooms featuring all things blue, because we give them no choice. The same rule applies with girls who are given princess toys and ...
Autumn came crashing in yesterday resulting in a day about as dire as you could wish for, cold enough for my central heating to return action with an alarming click, clunk and a crunch which will one day result in an invoice that will strip my children of any inheritance I may have left to offer them. Of course, the one good thing about not having a summer in 2012 is that now it is officially over, there is nothing to get too depressed about. It ...