When I've spent all night marking papers I sometimes need to return to my first and greatest love.

(Which would be Lovecraft, although I am terribly fond of the rest of you.)

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I’m not in my right mind
Since I met you
No one corrupts the way you do
You know it’s true

This is about you, isn't it?

It's difficult to concentrate on teaching my lectures when I want to be at the hospital with my son all the time.

ah, the good old days.

Serenity appears to be pimping me out to her friends using a photo of me from the seventies. This seems unlikely to help my cause of being AwEsOmE. (That's how the young'ns write these days, isn't it? I can't keep up with any of it. The hair weighs me down ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas Boxing Day! Yesterday was far too busy for me to make any sort of post, so forgive that.

My kids (all three of you, stolen from neighbourhood lesbians or biological) are the best Christmas gift I could have asked for. Good cheer, good friends, good family, good wine.

Although, a few hundred quid in books or Rock Band - don't judge ( Read more... )

Andy used to love to help me cook but it seems that is one of the many things she's too cool for now. Luckily for me I still have one daughter who likes helping out in the kitchen.

The son is off womanising, I'm sure.

Andy, my darling little girl, has reached that age between puberty and thirty where she is incredibly embarrassed of her father and finds me to be the most embarrassing and uncool relic of a bygone age that she can imagine.

Finally!I am near apoplectic over this as I have been waiting for a very long time to be able to bust out the Extra Uncool ( Read more... )