My house is full of boys and I have nowhere to go. There are only three of them, but they are an uncontainable, terrifyingly extensive physical presence. My stepsons, Sam and Linus are 6’2” and 6’4”. My boy Silas, all wiry climber’s limbs and freakishly long fingers, is no bigger than me, but no less …
I was in the car yesterday when I suddenly realised it was Tuesday morning and I’d forgotten this Pause for Thought. Forgotten to write it. Forgotten to come to the studio. Forgotten the whole thing. It was a horror show. I pulled over. I started to go over the previous 24 hours to try to …
I started running this year. Like every bloke of a certain age I have been, to put it in polite terms, ‘thickening’ around the middle and I wanted to arrest the spread, so I began pounding the streets of South London every other day or so. It hasn’t been a dramatic or life-transforming epiphany. I …