My daughter Esther is not one to waste words. We were talking recently and I made a passing comment on the joys of being in the full flowering of middle age, which, at 54, despite my longing still to be young, is exactly what I am. Esther raised an eyebrow and coughed. 'What?' I said. …
Later on today I’m going with Jonny Taylor, one of my oldest friends, to watch England beat Wales at rugby. My first visit to Twickenham was for the England final trial in January 1973. My Dad and I sat on a ringside bench at pitch level, almost on the touchline. I was colder than I …
I have a friend, Jem, who is a juggler. He’s very good at it. I’m not. I’m a rubbish juggler. I’ve tried it. I’ve even tried quite hard, so I’m aware of how difficult it is to tell jokes while juggling, juggle fruit of amusingly different shapes and sizes, juggle on stilts. It’s very hard …