Don’t you think we all need a holiday? Yes, all of us.
I took some solace from a news report last week saying that search engines such as Google may be to blame for my failing memory.
You know those conversations you have with friends where you compare mildly embarrassing things you have done, or omissions from your life that may surprise others?
Have you heard about Flossie the cannibal chicken? If not, you have come to the right place.
If you are wondering why, after the driest spring in decades we have just had the dampest June since the last surprisingly damp June it is because I have a new bike.
I was reading recently about a group of older Japanese scientists who have volunteered to go and work at the still stricken Fukushima nuclear power plant in a bid to make it safe.
I had a salutary brush with authority aged 13 when my biology teacher sent me to the headmaster for writing the name of my favourite football team on the side of a textbook about cells.
Gwynneth Paltrow is of course very famous. Well known for sobbing at the Oscars and, my wife assures me, for being in “lots of films”.
Many things bemuse me. The popularity of Cheryl Cole is an obvious example. Or gangsta rap – and I know I’m not the target audience but what is that all about?
I have bought a wetsuit. I’d like to say it makes me look like a rubbery ninja but in reality I look more like a seal with a funny head.