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News just in, the wife and child have arrived safely in Sydney and are currently snoozing.
Which leaves me alone in grey and wet London. There may be beer drinking and music played at an inappropriate volume.
Then this evening there will be curry. Thank you Mrs Patak.

Q magazine. How I fondly remember it. Andy Potter bought the first edition in, oh, about 1984 and I instantly felt like I was at home. I religously bought it every month for its first fifteen years, then rather patchily in the last five or so. I was more than happy, when I discovered this [...]

For those not in the know, we had a light smattering of snow last night here in the South East of England.
Unfortunately for me during the two hours when it actually precipitated – as opposed to the two days afterwards the country will take getting back to normal – I was marooned in deepest, darkest, [...]

This one is for Mrs P. According to this article pregnant women should get out more. There is some alleged link between sunlight and producing a loopy child. My (limited) experience is that they are all nutbags but that shouldn’t stop you sitting in the sunshine.

I think these things, I feel them even. Its just a shame that I can’t quite seem to find the words and facts to express them. Luckily for me there are other people on this here global network who can.
John Perry Barlow points to Doug Saunders talking about the parallels between Robert McNamara’s writing about [...]

I don’t know either. But I’m going to find out. I tendered my resignation this morning and from March I’m going to be a full time Dad.
I may do a little random nerding but the majority of my time will be devoted to the care and upbringing of the little man. This may result [...]

A wonderful piece entitled It’s Political Incorrectness gone mad in the London News Review today.
I shall let it pass, but for two comments. First that they missed the unspoken postscript to every story in the Mail (including the sports news) that "it’s all that nasty Tony Blair’s fault." Second, that I live in the [...]

What sort of father would I be if I took advice from Scaryduck’s thinly veiled alter ego? You’ve got to admit that the childrens home bit is a corker though, and I am very tempted to give it a try. In the meantime we are practising a little call and response;
"Who is the king?"
"Daddy!"
Watch out [...]

Thanks to one of those workplace lunch time conversations I ended up compiling a couple of top five lists today. These serve no purpose but for some reason the act of assembling a list appeals to the anal retentive in me. Anyway, whats the point of the exercise if you don’t share. So here you [...]

During a conversation with the Del Boy of the Midlands yesterday I came to a worrying realisation. I haven’t been in a pub since Christmas Day.
Thats right, the 25th of December, last year. As that was just a ten minute pint-and-dash while I was waiting for the spuds to boil it doesn’t really count. So [...]