This is Gareth Thomas, the Welsh ‘legend’. I use the word cautiously because today it would appear all you have to do to become a legend is hold a door open for someone. “Fanx, mate, you’re a legend”. But to be a real legend you need a back story. That’s what a legend means. A – Read More-
Went to the movies last night. It’s what we do in winter. Because that’s when they bring out the good stuff. The proper films. In the run-up to the Oscars. During the summer its just ‘kid’s shit’ but I don’t like sitting in the dark when its sunny outside anyway, so we rarely go. But – Read More-
Ok, family stuff first. Rachie’s come home from Berlin for the weekend. Just to play tennis with me tomorrow. But while she’s here it just happens to be my dad’s 94th birthday (today! Happy Birthday Moish!!) so she’ll come for the lunch tomorrow. So here’s a lovely photo of him last night with his granddaughters – Read More-
I just want to restate the terms of the contract. For clarification. And enlightenment. We look after Lila on Thursdays, herein and forthwith known as ‘Liladay’. (Well why not? They renamed December at some point as the 12th month when the name is a bit of a giveaway that it started life as the 10th.) – Read More-
So we went up to Leeds to pack up Mel’s dad from his house and ship him to Manchester to his new flat. Sounds easy. Chaos theory sounds easy. Climbing Everest sounds easy. I’ll spare you the details/agony. But Sunday we packed and Monday we shipped over to Manchester, following the removal van as the – Read More-
I just spent 2 days travelling 500 miles around our lovely, verdant isle. Well, I say ‘lovely’ because some of it is. Not much, judging by the views from the M1 and M6, but the odd smattering of green fields and pastures new, a few sheep a’grazing and all that other rural bollocks that ‘we – Read More-
I love rugby internationals. Normal, kind’a weekly rugby is good, is certainly worth watching on those horrible rainy afternoons when you can’t walk or do anything constructive, and it aids restfulness. But in a sporty way. But internationals I get excited about. And never more than agains the All Blacks. It’s just so special. The – Read More-
These are my favourite Johnsons, in no particular order: Ulrika (just because) Dave (relative of ours) Michael (wonderful bobbing sprinter) Howard (for every ice cream, some of which Lila was finishing in that bowl) The Brothers (Strawberry Letter 23; still a great song) Johnson & (all that baby powder) Gabi (watch Blazing Saddles again) And – Read More-
Let me state right here and now, on the record, plain as day but thrice as stupid: this latest shoot-up in California where 12 people died, has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH GUNS! Ok, that was just in case anyone out there in bloggerland is so higgorant, so asinine, so… so… so goddam Democrat! as – Read More-
That’s it; Trump’s gone. Lost the election, now he’s faaaaarkin’ history. Ok, he wasn’t actually part of the vote, in any ‘tick the Trump box’ kind’a way but yesterday’s ‘mid-terms’ in America have put the Democrats back in charge of the House of Representatives, which will make it difficult, verging on impossible, for Trump to – Read More-