My cat is better at cleaning itself than I am

Melvyn Bragg, two academics and an oceanographer are in my bathroom chatting away about the late Devonian Extinction when 70 percent of life on earth died, while I lie in my broiling hot bath. They are debating if the trilobites were wiped out by a single catastrophic event or passed away due to changes inContinue reading “My cat is better at cleaning itself than I am”

My Father’s Day marked the end of the patriarchy

Father’s Day. 07.30am. I sneak downstairs hoping to catch the family by surprise as they lay out a smorgasbord of gifts for me. Last Father’s Day, I shuffled downstairs late and a little the worse for wear. I had an old egg yolk stain on my T-shirt and a few day’s stubble. I received aContinue reading “My Father’s Day marked the end of the patriarchy”

Would you eat your cat if the apocalypse happened?

Covid lockdown leaves us with little new to talk about My son and I are debating if we would ever eat the cat. ‘Only as a last resort,’ I say. ‘Like in a zombie apocalypse?’ he asks.  ‘Or a global famine brought about by rampant climate change.’ ‘Yeah,’ says my son. ‘I think his thighsContinue reading “Would you eat your cat if the apocalypse happened?”