Vulnerability

 I was reading about the St Petersburg metro bombings, and the woman that died shielding her daughter from the blast, and it made me so sad. It's what absolutely every parent would do, and I don't have any doubt in my mind at all that I would gladly die to save my children. Most people... Continue Reading →

A whole century gone in an instant

January is always somewhat downbeat. You start the first week of it thinking about all the plans you have, and looking at travel websites to firm up your holiday plans. Then you're entirely overwhelmed by stacks of work, and stacks of personal life admin that suddenly need doing overnight. This year was no exception in... Continue Reading →

Our weekend

We are sitting on the 6.53 train, slightly later than planned, on a Monday morning. It is forecast to rain all week. The world is hurtling towards mutual destruction. We don't spend enough time with the kids. We never have enough time to feel on top of our chores. My job is too hard. Boo... Continue Reading →

Bye bye 2016

I have 22 minutes left to write a 2016 post. I am quite drunk and my father in law wants to do another quiz. So....errr....well it was geopolitically a complete fucking disaster, as everyone ever tells you. Personally though, it was fine really. Horrific variety of medical experts (to whom  increasingly I think the epithet... Continue Reading →

Friends that are no more

We drove to see our 101 year old grandmother yesterday. It was quite a sad visit, as she is no longer as able to move around her house, and seems as if she suffers. She can't hear anything, so it isn't really possible to tell her all the things she wants to know, like how... Continue Reading →

Birthday greetings

I am 39 today. I always write my diary on my birthday, not that this is my diary. My actual diary contains even more boring diatribes about the various trivial frustrations of my life. Birthdays become a bit depressing past, say, 35. It's just a reminder that you've moved out of the "young" tickbox and... Continue Reading →

November dullness

A few weeks ago now Giles Coren's review of the Randolph appeared in The Times. It was accurately and amusingly bad, and intriguingly didn't even mention the only newsworthy event about The Randolph recently, namely the fire that broke out a few years ago. My memories of the Randolph are from occasional cream teas that... Continue Reading →

Yes, being old sucks

I read the news today, as indeed I do every day (usually without immediately thinking of Beatles lyrics). A very silly article caught my eye: a "study" by Anglia Ruskin university, about pop lyrics and ageing. It seems that old peoples' health is negatively affected by the fact that pop lyrics are overwhelmingly negative about old... Continue Reading →

New Year’s Fears

It is perhaps strange that having a family should make me fearful, rather than hopeful, for the future, but having children makes everyone vulnerable. You can threaten someone's life, and they may shrug and decide that their life isn't worth much Threaten their child's life, and they will do absolutely anything. It makes every happy... Continue Reading →

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