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Malone’s little girl is five going on thirteen
The five year old is becoming more… teenage. She said to me yesterday: “I love my daddy more than I love you. ‘Cos he doesn’t live with us.” Read the rest of this article »

The five year old is becoming more… teenage. She said to me yesterday: “I love my daddy more than I love you. ‘Cos he doesn’t live with us.” Read the rest of this article »
I’m looking for funding for this column. I’d like to feed some scientific research into Distracted Dad, give it a few specific, quantifiable facts to stop it being so anecdotal. I realised this in the park. The Boy had just said something funny about a dinosaur and Youngest™ was pointing a dog when… Read the rest of this article »
The economic climate might be grim, but retailers report that sales of higher-end TV and home cinema equipment remain strong. Why are people still happy to splash out on a big screen? Latest Interiors take a look at what’s new in home sound and vision… Read the rest of this article »
Few properties in Brighton or Hove can boast being on the beach but this one certainly can as there is only the promenade between it and the sea. Read the rest of this article »
I don’t dream of living in a house that has a swimming pool, a galley kitchen or a hot tub on the roof. I dream of a home that has a space for everything. I fantasise about having room for a laundry basket. (Rather than building a tower of worn clothes and sheets in front of the washing machine.) Read the rest of this article »
There’s got to be some advantages to being 40. At the moment, I’m struggling to think of them. I’m stuck in that middle ground. In the early years, the landmarks and what you’re allowed, come thick and fast. Read the rest of this article »
“Connaught Road Council Schools” is what it says above the main entrance which suggests, quite rightly, that there were once several schools on the site. Today there is arguably less than one. That’s no bad news though. The “Connaught Annexe” has just opened as a satellite branch of nearby West Hove Infants School following years of uncertainty. Read the rest of this article »
My mother is seriously ill in hospital. A fortnight ago, the kids and I rushed up north to see her for one last time as the doctors thought she wouldn’t last the weekend. The doctors are clearly not familiar with the tour de force which is my mother. As my cousin Helen very aptly put it, “in the aftermath of nuclear war, there would be cockroaches, rats and auntie Kath”, meaning that she is a tough old bird. I have, therefore, since that not-so-final weekend, been up and down several times, fitting in as much as I can with work shifts, foreign students and hospital visiting times. Read the rest of this article »
The word heritage grates on me these days since it became a by-word for tattily packaged nostalgia. There’s only so much quaintly marketed chutney that a boy can take flying under the heritage flag. Read the rest of this article »