From 2014, a musing on parental responsibility… No, I will NOT act my age ‘Granpa, do you miss being a kid?’ Not the sort of question you expect to come, à propos of nothing, from a seven year old tucking enthusiastically into his breakfast. Nonetheless, a fair enough one, and deserving of a measured response. ‘Well no,…
This week, Jim’s looking for a childhood memory for Song Lyric Sunday. Firstly, define childhood: I think pre-teen is reasonable for this stage of development. That takes me to mid-1965, strictly speaking, but I’ve gone a bit earlier, because the Fab Four changed everything in 1963. Way back then, our radio options were very limited.…
‘I remember the good old days’ – grandson, age 9¼.
‘Granpa, do you miss being a kid?’ Not the sort of question you expect to come, à propos of nothing, from a seven year old tucking enthusiastically into his breakfast. Nonetheless, a fair enough one, and deserving of a measured response. ‘Well no, because in my head I still am a kid’ was my eventual reply. ‘But…
the only deadhead in the hameau 