A Drake's Progress

I’m not saying I’ve won the summer holidays, but, well, I am, I am saying I’ve won the summer holidays. On the first day.  Admittedly, ...

We’ve just returned from a week’s holiday in Devon, whacked, shattered, sun-burnt and wind-buffed. I’ve hopped in a sack and bombed d...

I was worried about my daughter’s class this year. I wondered if the change from six pupils to ten would affect her participation level ...

A little blush spread over her face when her name was called out.  My daughter shyly accepted her medal and One Direction pencil se...

Yesterday, I spent a splendiferous evening in the cautionary company of Mark Oliver Everett and his band, better known as Eels. It was a s...

There was something delicious about the gift my daughter proudly presented her dad with for Fathers’ Day today.  This is the girl with ...

The sound of the post dropping onto the doormat is a hard sound to call. Sometimes, it’s the wallop of an eagerly anticipated delivery, mo...