Tuesday, May 15, 2007


Suddenly, a sense of deja vu. Long long ago, in a galaxy far away, I ran a school paper called The Pupils' View. The Editor was one son and his wee brother wrote for the paper and schemed for the day when he would be boss. (This did come to pass, but that's not the point). Today, on the GuardianUnlimited site comment is free..., I find a re-run. Ewan has already blogged about this in far greater detail, so I'll content myself with the observation that he does get around.

And indulge, briefly, in a PM* moment.

*PM: What mothers become when their young perform in public.

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