Dabbler Diary – Two Imposters

I set my lip on fire the other morning. No of course I didn’t, I’m plagiarising Derek because I can’t think of a better diary opening than his, and because I haven’t done anything very exciting since my last missive, though I did attend a corporate awards night at the ... Read More...

Dabbler Diary – Smile Serve Survive

It has been a summer of festivals in Bristol. Well, it’s always a summer of festivals in Bristol, but this year it didn’t rain on them.  The Harbour Festival, the Balloon Fiesta, the Kite Festival, Brisfest, Redfest, VegFest, Grillstock aka MeatFest, yes it’s a Festfest alright. My daughters have enjoyed ... Read More...

Dabbler Diary – The Cruelty of Saints

At lunchtime on the day before the Sunday People published pictures of Charles Saatchi engaging in ‘a playful tiff’ with his wife, I was standing at a market stall outside his magnificent art gallery in Chelsea, slurping down oysters laced with Tabasco. They were horribly delicious. I ate half a ... Read More...

On Swivel-Eyed Loons

The 'swivel-eyed loons' are back! But have you ever wondered where that fine old description of shire Tories comes from? Allow Mr Slang to enlighten you... My apologies to those who find such things of world-shattering, albeit momentary import, but I am at a loss to see quite where we are ... Read More...

Dabbler Diary – Giant spiders

What’s the earliest age it is possible to develop a phobia? I ask because my younger daughter E, who is seventeen months old, has taken to seeing spiders everywhere. She will be playing happily enough when, suddenly spying some bit of fluff or black smudge on the floor, she will ... Read More...

Dabbler Diary – Gabriel’s Oboe

The Health Visitor (why do these public sector job titles always seem like Orwellian euphemisms for something sinister?) knocked on the door. She had come to assess my eldest daughter (Brit Jnr, but hereafter in this Diary known as ‘C’) for her hearing and speech development. I opened up and ... Read More...

The Miliband Resignation

Frank recalls, vividly, his feelings upon hearing about the shock resignation of David Miliband... All of us, I suspect, can remember vividly the moment we heard that David Miliband had resigned his parliamentary seat. In this age of the Information Superhighway, the news circled the globe with unprecedented speed. While bustling ... Read More...