I’ve always loved the Open Championship – one of the oldest and most coveted competitions in sport. Everything about it is romantic. The fact that the winner is called The Champion Golfer of the Year – which seems so arrogant but there we are. That the trophy is called The Claret Jug. The silver…
First up, don’t fret – this post on fame is not about me. There are lots of perks to being famous – most so obvious that they don’t warrant listing here. But other privileges are more subtle and one of the greatest advantages of fame is the ability to help others – and the greater…
We Are Many is a powerful documentary explaining the popular people’s uprising against the Iraq war. It is a compelling film but an uncomfortable watch for me. No sane or honest person still reasons that the second Iraq war was justified. It wasn’t. There were no weapons at all as deliciously explained by Dr Hans…
A few things of note this week – principally though that I am now Spiderman’s dad. This is has definitely been the main thing for me. That my eldest son, Tom has become a Peter. Also, turns out that my phone is not broken after all. Who knew that the thing could ring so often…
Not wishing to court controversy – but to defend the eminent Nobel winning scientist who has been sacked for suggesting that women fall in love with men and that they are more prone to crying than their male counter-parts… In my limited experience of women – I have found that women do cry quite often…
Last night I attended an uber-posh antiques fair to support a charity called JDRF (Junior Diabetes Research Fund). Lots of celebs in attendance and even Royalty for people to gawp at – or not depending on how cool people are? Anyway, mooching through the stalls of paintings, clocks, porcelains and other such nick nacks, two things occurred…
Taking my youngest to school this morning and walking my dog at the same time (two birds, one stone) – I did the usual thing and took with me one pooh bag (responsible owner) which I guess is always a risk – but dogs don’t usually do multiple poohs, right? Early in to the walk and…
My boys headed in to the Maths GCSE yesterday full of confidence – but they returned home a little dejected and disconsolate. Apparently the exam was too hard and I was quick to share and empathise with them. In maths – O level as it was then – I managed a grade E, then a…
With four sons – there are rites of passage in life. My boys becoming taller than their dad (two of them so far – two more to come, hopefully), stronger (one of them), faster (one of them), cleverer (three of them), more successful (one of them)… And there are many others of course, including being able to…
Last night, The Impossible was screened on Channel Four – which I watched and enjoyed as much for the memories of seeing this film being made and watching my son in it – and also following the kind comments on twitter. There were some detractors though which is to be expected with anything subjective like…
