Word of the year: For the Oxford Dictionaries it was ‘post-truth’ which is the epitome of brevity compared to Austria’s word of the year: ‘Bundespräsidentenstichwahlwiederholungsverschiebung’. Those 51 letters translate as ‘postponement of the repeat of the runoff of the presidential election’.
The Christmas and New Year holiday has been a gorge fest of television programmes but of all the films and ‘specials’, the one that has stood out for me is the re-run of Esio Trot.
This BBC made-for-tv film first appeared in 2014 and is one of the most charming, eccentric and heart-warming productions you could ever hope to see. Read more ›››
You would think with all the Christmases I’ve seen that I would have got the hang of the festive season or at least its immediate aftermath, but apparently not.
On Tuesday we had the bright idea of taking a trip to the cinema. Had this involved Mrs P I dare say the planning would have been more precise but as it was just me and son and daughter things were rather vague. Read more ›››
I have written about Isoroku Yamamoto, the ‘mastermind behind the dastardly sneak attack on Pearl Harbour’ in 1941 but in this, the 75th anniversary year of those terrible events, it is apt to repeat my post.
Born Isoroku Takano in Nagaoka in 1884, his first name translates from the old Japanese as the number 56, the age his schoolmaster father was when his son was born. Read more ›››
I wish it could be Christmas every day: The self-proclaimed Mr Christmas who has celebrated Christmas every day of the year for 23 years vowed to quit the habit last year but quit quitting after just two weeks.
It has been a busy few days in the run up to Christmas what with shopping to be done, gifts to be wrapped and delivered etc and, of course, darling daughter arrived home from Japan on Thursday much to the delight of Mrs P and me.
The three of us had a trip into Manchester today to enjoy a meal and the Christmas atmosphere before heading to the Bridgewater Hall, home of the Hallé Orchestra, for their Christmas at the Movies concert. Read more ›››
As mentioned above, certain letters are getting harder to fill and none more eXasperating than X. So given the time of year I decided what better that to resurrect my post about Father Xmas.
The Father Xmas I have in mind is not the Coca-Cola swilling, red-coated fellow in his speed of light sleigh, but rather the English Father Xmas who has quite different origins to St Nicholas and Santa Claus. Read more ›››