But more troublingly, my son is too. It was his birthday yesterday and he’s now twenty. It makes me feel very old to have a son in his twenties, but very proud to have this particular son. Apart from supporting Arsenal rather than QPR, he is everything I could wish for. Clean, cool and smart, he could never be described as a dirtbag. And now of course, he can never be described as a teenager.
Obviously, I’m too old to sing this.

- Farewell to m...18th Mar 2014
- I'm not going...17th Mar 2014
- I went to Hel...16th Mar 2014
- In defence of...15th Mar 2014
- The man who s...14th Mar 2014
- I've got the ...13th Mar 2014
- For some reas...12th Mar 2014
- Just because ...11th Mar 2014
- Well, we got ...10th Mar 2014
- It happens ev...9th Mar 2014
- RIP Harold Ra...8th Mar 2014
- To the 606 Cl...7th Mar 2014
- Young, gifted...6th Mar 2014
- So what are y...5th Mar 2014
- Hooray! In S...4th Mar 2014 prev next