What not to do this weekend: The Life Course at St. Mary’s Church Marylebone, LondonI was crying in the basement of a hotel in Eastbourne. Through some intense emotions, I thought; I’m overweight, I’m in my thirties, and I’m crying. I must look ridiculous.
Many people, including me, decry the idea of the United States being a global policeman – intervening militarily around the world. But what about when we need an actual global policeman; a police agency to investigate wrong doing in an organisation that crosses international boundaries and is seemingly beyond the scope of any single national justice system?
I've never been a very good sleeper but after a recent rapid decline in the amount of sleep I was getting, I decided to hit the nail on the bed and try and improve the quality of my sleep. A bit of research later and I concluded that the pattern of my sleeping was the key to improvement. Each night's sleep mattered but the overall pattern of sleeping was the key to success - much like it is for exercise.
There are two kinds of football. There is the football you play and then there is the football you watch. This second kind of football really makes very little sense and it is the sort of football that I am writing about.
The amazing mutterings of three men with too much spare time.
When I first heard that Margaret Thatcher was to receive the Hollywood treatment, my stomach filled with feelings of despair and helplessness about what was surely to come.
"31 today, what a thing to say."
I am smoker. I have tried to quit, again and again. Maybe I just won't be able to stop?
This little tale isn't really going to go anywhere; there's no twist at the end nor a thought provoking moral lesson. But what took place this morning was somewhat unusual, so I thought I'd write it down in the hope that it may turn to be interesting or even funny. I've also not posted in a little while and this is all that I've got.
Judge for yourself.
I learned to ride a bike at 30. Deal with it.
In the next few days I will move into what will be the fifteenth house that I call home. This includes one residence that I can’t remember at all as I was very young at the time but I have no reason to doubt those that tell me that I definitely lived there. When you have lived in that many houses it gets to the point where a new place is not really a new home, it’s just a place in which you are currently based. But what is a home and is it important?
It's that time of year again, to make sure you get the card in the last post or to give him a call on Sunday to say sorry for forgetting to send a card – again; it's Father's Day. But for some of us Father's Day isn't something that we're ever part of, it's for other people.