I am not made of stone, you know. No man is an island.

My former students would do well to remember me as less of a taskmaster.

I just turned on my cell phone.

You know I don't text, it's ignorant.

On another note, many thanks for the birthday wishes, Princesses, I am afraid, despite many requests, I will not be playing tonight.

My apologies for my brief absence, caused not, I assure you, by any reluctance to show my face but rather the illness of an old friend of mine that needed some overseeing lest he drive himself further into his early grave ( Read more... )

Given the day that is in it, I doubt we will have many around the host club for Valentine's day - all of you too charming and too beautiful to have no plans (if you do, it is a sore judgement on the young men of the 21st century). However, I would be much gratified to see any of you on the Air floor at 8, where I shall be dusting off Madeline my ( Read more... )

The interesting topic of regrets came up during a discussion in the club today, and I had to defer and say I would have to think about it.

I thought I had no regrets, as I have lived my life so far to the fullest, but on further musing over a glass of chablis I have to retract that opinion. Of all the things one would have assumed I should, by ( Read more... )

 Let us talk about musicals. No, actually, let's not. For reasons I will not go into in detail, I loathe musicals with a passion completely unrivalled by anything else. One would assume they would fall naturally to the path of a music teacher, more naturally still to a choirmaster, but musicals are the most god-awful creations ever unleashed upon ( Read more... )

 Believe it or not, the opening and closing of doors is an unfortunately overlooked form of exercise, especially in tennis. It uses most muscles on the dominant side of the body and burns two calories in one second, more relative to the size and weight of the door ( Read more... )