About this time of year, you can – if you listen carefully – hear the sound of desperate keening from the newsrooms up and down the country. ‘Everyone is on holiday!’ the journalists weep. ‘Nothing has happened for days and … Continue reading
When I was a kid, one of the most annoying things any adult could say was “In my day….” I mean, who cared, right? What the FLIP could the older generation have to say of any relevance to us? We … Continue reading
This morning I took Gothicdaughter to the dentist. A couple of weeks ago she managed to chip off a big chunk of tooth on the water fountain at school. (She clearly takes after me. The ability to injure myself in … Continue reading
For the last year, I have had my niece staying here with me. Let’s call her the GorgeousTeenager. Having a Gorgeous Teenager in the house can be a terrifying experience. She came to stay for a couple of weeks a … Continue reading
Once when I was staying in Chicago, towards the end of the 1990s, I went to see a show called ‘The Irish and How They Got That Way’. It was written by Frank McCourt, the author of Angela’s Ashes. Oh … Continue reading