I drink therefore I am. Or why life is a load of old bowls.

The catkins are hanging off the willows and lolling on the walls of the houses on the Mall, thick as butcher’s fingers and yellow as nicotine. Spring is here. I’m pondering nothing very much as I potter along the river towards a piss-up with pals in a pub in Putney when the sun and theContinue reading “I drink therefore I am. Or why life is a load of old bowls.”

The car smells of Boomer despair

Our car is as ancient as a Viking long ship and as glamourous as a discount warehouse baked bean can. Something inside the old jalopy smells bad, like pickled face flannel, but it’s not so bad that you want to puke and with the windows open it’s bearable over short distances. However, today, I’m drivingContinue reading “The car smells of Boomer despair”

My Godfather coined the phrase ‘Mid-Life Crisis’

My Godfather, Elliott Jacques, was a psychoanalyst who coined the phrase ‘mid-life crisis’. The Economist obit labelled him a ‘guru’. I wish he was alive today because I am sure he would have been willing to listen to my laments about my mid-life crisis unlike my family. Who knows, he might even have found meContinue reading “My Godfather coined the phrase ‘Mid-Life Crisis’”

Will the exam fiasco trigger a children’s crusade?

Will the exam fiasco will trigger a new children’s crusade? I don’t mean a medieval religious crusade like the one in 1212.  Only a lunatic or Donald Trump would consider an actual religious crusade now. But might it trigger a modern children’s ‘Grade Crusade’ to reclaim the confiscated exam results stored in the vaults ofContinue reading “Will the exam fiasco trigger a children’s crusade?”