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,...

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 little, he used to...