There was an odd moment the other night. We were at Up the Creek, the comedy venue in Greenwich, and it had already been a curious evening. There was a restless air of violence, as though the whole crowd was saying, ‘you looking’ at me?’ in that moody, twitchy, dying-for-a-fight kind of way. Someone had …
I’m not at all surprised at today’s newspaper reports that children from poorer backgrounds (are we even still allowed to say that?) are much less likely to go to the ‘better’ universities. It seems that without all the relentless parental hovering over their reading as tots, without the improving visits to museums and galleries, without …
A friend of mine has been playing hostess to a young relative for several months. He tipped up from his home in foreign parts with vague thoughts of maybe working, maybe not, and has been pootling happily around London ever since, lucky thing, his options open, his horizons wonderfully wide and a comfortable home with …
Child Two has always had a problem with milk. As soon as she started on formula at a year old, she began to develop mysteriously persistent coughs and colds, which for a long while I put down to Belgium’s climate (even damper than the UK). It got so bad that I had to take her …