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I’m a great one for sneering at other people, even though as a well-brought up, middle-class sort of chap, more often than not I keep my tho...

The website which religiously informs me of these things has reported that this blog has again been sought out by the guy (or gal) attracted...

I’m in a bad mood, my wife and the two little kiddiwinks have buggered off somewhere (Elsie has football training, I think), it’s 7.15 at ni...

I drove home from work a day later than usual because I stopped off at Ken’s to see how he was and to give him a little company, and stayed ...

I notice someone else has visited my blog after finding it by googling ‘philosophy’, and they, too, I should imagine, will have trudged off ...

When I read about or hear talk of Martin Amis, I am always reminded of Hugh Walpole. Who he? you might ask. Exactly. Who he? But that is the...

A year or so ago, I signed up with some website which ‘monitors the traffic to your blog’. The point of the website, I think, is to get you ...

There are blogs by BBC journalists, blogs by whacky wannabe backwoodsmen, highly artificial blogs by companies who just want to sell you fin...

There is a very good, not to say quite fascinating, series running on Radio Four at the moment called A History Of The World In 100 Objects....

At the risk of sounding tactless, if not out and out callous, the old chap who was apparently at death’s door a week or two ago has rallied....