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Last night the old Boy and I went to watch our grandson’s first football match. It was a family affair with all of us there except my daughter-in-law who couldn’t leave work in time. They didn’t use the whole oval, just one small patch down in the...

Some friends, the Old Boy and I, went to a Herman’s Hermits’ concert last night. I said to them, “We’re sharing a table with some strangers. They’ll probably be wrinkly-dinklies and Herman’s Hermits’ tragics. You know the...

Looking back over the week that was, one could easily fall into despair. In Boston, happy families waiting to cheer a family member over the winning line, are blown up. We’re still not sure why. An earthquake rumbles in Pakistan and so far 35 are dead and 150...

I gather Shakespeare will be celebrating his birthday soon. Congratulations, old boy! (Really old boy…Really dead old boy.) I confess I’m not his biggest fan. We studied his plays every year in high school English. I knew, in the very first lesson, that I...

I find myself bemused by my regular spammers They’re a persistent lot, but not that smart. Now that I’ve been blogging for a couple of years (doesn’t time whizz past when you’re busy living?) I’ve realised there are certain types and each...

I’m keeping it short and simple for this blog. It’s Easter Saturday and most of my readers are probably taking advantage of the 4 day holiday here in Oz and are off camping, fishing, barbecue-ing and doing things other than bothering with the internet. I...