Eighteen

(Please forgive me a vaguely sentimental entry. We’ll be back to our usual cynicism later I promise.) Today was my stepdaughter’s eighteenth birthday. She was eight when I first met her. It’s been an interesting journey with only a very small number of bumps. I never wanted to have children of my own and I… Continue reading Eighteen

Published
Categorised as life

Backing Blair

Just got back from the first meeting of that nice Mr. Ireland‘s new Meetup group. Many very interesting discussions ensued. More details in the next couple of days, but in the meantime, let’s all sing the London Underground song.

Published
Categorised as politics