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y current wife says that I need to see my psychiatrist (again) about my ability to bury myself in my phone and engage my...
Running Out of Time?
Anyone got the time, I wonder? I suppose it depends. If you are 13 years of age (are you really reading this magazine at...
Addiction is the Solution — Not the Problem
Growing up I was very afraid of alcohol — until I wasn’t. My view on the whole thing was quite simple. People who drank...
From Parents to Parodies
Parents are odd, aren’t they? Not us, of course — I mean every other parent. Mine were probably right up there. Father generally held...
The Gentle Grace of Christmas Past
I’m not sure you ever really recover from seeing your father become part of a Christmas tree. Let me explain.
It was Christmas Eve 1975....
All the World’s a Stage…
I have two friends who are actors. Proper actors, mind, and not just some Am-Dram couple. No, these two you will definitely know from...
Breaking News! It Didn’t Happen.
Growing up, I was a big fan of worrying. I realised that if I worried about something for long enough, either it would never...
Just why are men so angry?
My father didn’t do anger. Indeed, many of his generation of males didn’t seem to excel at it. He gave it a go a...
My Childhood was Drama, with a Little Trauma Thrown In
I don't want to make a big deal about this — well, maybe I do — but I suffered from a number of childhood...
Paws for Thought
I was looking at John’s Gospel recently and couldn’t help but notice that in the passage I was reading — a very short passage...