Who’s Papa’s little Nietzschean?

I was a pre­co­cious brat. I’m sure that does­n’t need stat­ing for most of you, but just in case some of you haven’t met me in person and there­fore could­n’t deduce it, I thought I’d make it clear. Today Mum told me that, aged four, Jehovah’s...

Goodbye, Uncle Len

Mum just called to tell me that my Great Uncle Len has died. He was my mother’s uncle. I had inten­ded to visit him on Sat­urday after­noon while we were in Sydney but I had a nap instead because I was so exhausted. He never mar­ried. When we were...