A few weeks ago, my parents decided to clear out their loft, and, while he was up there, my dad discovered an old box with my name on it: Er, my name isn't 'Gateway,' obviously: that would just be plain weird. No, I mean there was also a note on top ...
Last week, Terry and I were talking about the differences between our own childhoods and Max's, and it got me thinking about some of the things children of Max's generation will never experience. I'm talking here about things like... 01. Not being able to use the phone when you're on the Internet. Because, ...
If I'd had a blog when I was fourteen years old, it would probably have been a lot like my teenage diaries from that year. Here are some extracts, for your amusement... JANUARY 2: The only thing I can say about today is that it has been one of the most boring days in ...
A few years ago now, I scanned and published some extracts from my very first "diary" - which was actually a school project, in which we were asked to write down all of our "news" from the week, diary-style. As I mentioned in those older posts, those diary entries - which ...
In yesterday's post I talked a bit (OK, a LOT) about how, before I started blogging, it didn't really occur to me to take photos of my outfits - a fact I'm sure had many of you crying yourselves to sleep last night, don't lie. That fascinating observation got me thinking about ...
