Late Life Crisis - January 2020

Veganism rules. I have noticed that in various North London pubs that promote Sunday Roast, it is often the vegan option that runs out first. Later last Sunday there was no chance to enjoy the Spinach and Feta Wellington, aka Beef Wellington without the beef. 


Late Life Crisis - December 2019

It's "Nine Lessons", Jim, but not as we know them.

Readers below a certain age should consult someone familiar with Star Trek.

Last year's Carol Concert for charity was an outing to St Paul's Cathedral. For the cost of a West End theatre ticket you got a wonderful performance from choirs, musicians and readers, with The Alzheimers Society pocketing a (I hope sizeable) chunk of money.

Election Reflections

Anyone using 20-20 hindsight to claim that they foresaw the scale of the Conservative victory is fibbing/lying - or to use a word in vogue - being mendacious.

So to the formulaic responses from the defeated major party. The primary one is that our policies were good but thet we did not communicate them well enough. This attempts to retain the purity of the ideology, something vital to the leftward-driven Labour Party, and to diffuse the opprobrium of failure.

Late Life Crisis - November 2019

I have given up my car. Not just sold it; given up having a car. The phrase connotes an elderly person having the keys ripped from them while pleading that they have no idea where the bumps and scratches came from, and that the car must have been moved as it was not in the place where they last parked it.

Late Life Crisis - October 2019

Kanye West has apparently discovered God. Would it be mean to suggest that probably his publicist got there slightly before him?


I warble from time to time about the virtues of random acts of kindness, where you help a stranger in a small way. At Holborn station I carried an older woman's case up some steps for her. As she took her case back, she said "God bless you". I have no religious belief these days, but there was something touching about this.