Monthly Archives: August 2010

The day of my last post – about music and how (unfavourably) my children react to the stuff I like – I spent part of the afternoon in the kitchen making a pie. I had my pod in the speakers … Continue reading →

Sweet, sweet music. Iron Maiden are number 1. I own none of their albums, but this still gives me a warm glow inside. What was appallingly uncool when I was a teenager still is, but still sells by the bucket … Continue reading →

In that magnificent nonsense, Con Air, Steve Buscemi utters these words while Sweet Home Alabama plays in background, and follows them with “Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in … Continue reading →

Oh, shit. Not exactly eloquent, perhaps, but as an expression of my state of mind, it has the benefit of accuracy. One of the writers I admire most, Christopher Hitchens, has oesophageal cancer. It’s spread to his lymph nodes, and … Continue reading →

We open on the scene of two happy young(!) people, smiling at each other, cycling along hedgerow-lined country lanes, free-wheeling down hills, sticking their legs out like people in grainy old home movies do. They have lunch in a beautiful … Continue reading →

The househusband is on holiday, but would like to make the following suggestions: If you have small children, never, ever go camping. Unless you actively dislike sleep and peace of mind. If you don’t have small children (in which case, … Continue reading →