Personal

I was in London and St. Albans today, looking around at couples with and without children. I thought about the time my wife and I had together before the kids came along, and about the career thinking I’ve done before and since. You hear a lot of people say

Rereading my last post, I realise that I am perfectly qualified to be a high-paid “diary” columnist on the Daily Telegraph. The Barclay Brothers can email me for the address to send the cheques.

It’s perhaps a slightly random thought, but I was listening to a piece of a ragtime music just now, and it occurred to me that you never see a piano in a pub these days. You find them in London bars sometimes – usually covered in pint-glass marks – but most

A woman is sitting opposite me on the train. For about 15 minutes she has been putting on various creams, perfumes, mascaras, etc. The latest package she has taken out, presumably to finish off the confection, is called “natural look”. Well, quite.

My friend Daryl Elfield is in the news.

One benefit of the Euro, if it ever comes to the UK, is that we’ll no longer have to watch our coffee get cold as French, Italian and Spanish trainee baristas struggle to remember which of these funny English coins is which.

There is something quite wonderful (though perhaps a bit sad) about blogging from a sun-drenched beach. Admittedly, it’s Brighton rather than St. Tropez, but it’s still pretty hot. The beach at Brighton has free wireless broadband courtesy of Pier to Pier (ho ho).