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(25 October 2020) I was 28 years old before I had my first night in a hospital. That includes the time I spent being born and learning to breast feed. That happened in the upstairs bedroom of 34 Gala Street in Glasgow. It was roughly nine months after my father was released from the Royal Navy and sent home from the war. My parents already had my older brother on their hands. He was a month short of his second birthday when I arrived. They rented the room in the house next door to my grandparents. In the summer of 1975 I was married withRead More →

Prologue Just to be clear, prologuing a blog post is not the same as proroguing Parliament. Among other things, I own this blog. Justin Trudeau does not own Parliament. We do. I am prologuing to explain what I’m doing. Trudeau prorogued to avoid explaining what he is doing. One of the hazards of starting a blog like this is that sooner or later life gets in the way. Read through the collected works of John Lennon and you’ll learn that life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans. Read through the collected works of me and you’ll see that quote used widely. AndRead More →