That’s the advice of a mate who’s travelled around india. I guess they’d better be biodegradable. Can’t one exist just on Pranha and lassis? Oh well – three packets ordered from Amazon. Air temperature in Delhi looks to be 21C, a decent summer’s day here and double what it is outside, despite the mildest solstice on record and blossom…
I watched the Top Gear Indian special the other night, then came across this little beauty. Reality’s probably going to be somewhere inbetween.
I fly to new Delhi Tuesday week, that was a mistake. I was heading for Mumbai, but somehow got diverted in the process of booking a flight. From a mate’s prompting, I’ve now sorted out visa, currency card, typhoid jab, and reserved one of “Yes Please’s” rooms for the first few nights. (Air Bnb is developing into a really useful…
A friend suggested keeping an account of this trip to India, so, to avoid scattering musings around like eggs in a farmyard, this old blog rides again. An account of two halves separated by a six year gap. More often than not, work can be a tough compromise, a tedious trade to keep a crust…
No such thing as bad press !
I’m not so sure.
Didn’t the traditional male parent stereotype portray a rather distant, uninvolved figure, capable of dealing blows in the name of discipline and at mum’s discretion? “You just wait until your father gets home.”
A quick trawl unearthed this primary national strategy for supporting boys’ achievements. The desirability of getting more chaps involved in early years education is alluded to twice when practitioners are invited to reflect on ~ “How do you encourage men to work in the early years? Do you, for example, discuss this with other colleagues from…
I can remember being scared of imminent fatherhood, such an important role. My father and I apparently met just the once and I’ve felt subsequently that I’ve made a lot up and never been very certain. Maybe that’s a liberating position, maybe that’s what we all do, maybe that’s just how it should be. I…
A 10 year old’s opinion
Thoughts on childhood violence, feminist arrogance and existentialism – and the hell that truly is rush hour on the northern line
Something about boys 