Amy starts school on Tuesday. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been waiting for the right moment to write about the mixed bag of emotions that Im feeling. Waiting for that serendipitous combination of free time, bittersweet mood, and good old fashioned inspiration which would be required to pay…

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Kerry, Amy, Evan and I went to the Royal Armories Museum on Monday. I’ve said it before, but I place the Royal Armories firmly in the number one spot of my Top Ten Museums of All Time list. This in comparison to our regions other famous museum, the Bronte Parsonage…

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Just a quick follow up post from yesterday’s rant about Thatcher and her dementia. It occurred to me how powerful my dislike for the woman and her politics must be for my hate to be still burning brightly after all these years. I was three years old when she came…

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So Margaret Thatcher has dementia. Of course she does, after all Ronald Reagen had it and those two were pretty keen on presenting a united front. I wonder if Alzheimers is sexually transmittable? Dementia is a horrific condition, and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. But I do find some…

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On Sunday we were feeling particularly civilized and so went out for breakfast. Amy even asked for a bagel, which made us feel very cosmopolitan indeed. Unfortunately we were eating in a greasy spoon cafe so she had to make do with a toasted currant tea-cake instead. To be honest…

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As promised last week, here is another “guess the theme tune” quiz. OK so it’s a day later than I said it would be, but I’m a busy man. Anyway it’s probably still Saturday somewhere in the world. It’s a little bit harder this time round, especially for the chronically…

Track 1 [ 0:01 ] Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (548)

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Evan was happily munching on a Simpsons ice pop from the freezer when suddenly he noticed the wrapper. “Look, its Pa!” he exclaimed, pointing at a character on the packaging. I’d wondered what my dad was doing buying that nuclear power station, now I know. Bookmark It

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Big creatures like biting me. In fact I’ve probably been bitten by a wider variety of animals than most people I know. I’ve got the standard cat, dog and hamster bites under my belt of course, but then I’ve gone that extra mile and been gnawed on by some more…

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The previous evening Dave had been talking about adding two or three miles onto the distance of our last day by walking from Kendal to rejoin the Dales Way rather than getting Kerry to give us a lift. His suggestion was met by incredulous looks and open hostility. Dave had…

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James over at Luke, I Am Your Father (who incidentally wins my prize for best daddyblog name) has very graciously given me a Kick Ass Blogger award. And it’s about time too damnit! For the past couple of days or so I’ve been watching my entire blogroll get this award….

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