Although I am a self confessed motormouth, somebody who has never shied away from proffering an opinion on absolutely anything, I have never resorted to protest.
There is more than a fortnight to go before Easter but I would put a family pack of hot cross buns on the fact that many of you have already scoffed at least one chocolate egg this year.
My first experience of alien lifeforms came at the cinema aged five, when my Old Man took me to see E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, one of the finest blockbusters ever made.
Last week marked a key anniversary in the history of the modern world. It was widely observed by beard stroking deep thinkers who listen to Radio 4 around the clock but did you celebrate it?
Are we too easily offended? It is a question I often have to ask myself, usually after some delicate soul takes umbrage at something I have said or, on occasion, written.
I am delighted to report that, half way into January, my year has begun largely how the last one finished - in a flurry of baked produce consumption, alongside the odd glass or two of booze.
The great ‘screen time’ debate has reared its head yet again, this time after paediatricians concluded there is no medical evidence that sitting in front of computers is bad for our kids.
