We lose things, we find things. I do hope that what goes around comes around, so that I can get back that ten Euro note I lost in a toilet in Helsinki that time.
My mind keeps popping in the notion that this is somehow a new problem, a by-product of our new, over-connected technological age. But that’s nonsense.
For all but the most successful musicians, the life of playing music is a relatively precarious existence, based on keeping a string of jobs in progress.
A pre-fatherhood man is a different proposition to a father: you look back on yourself and weep for his childishness.
No one at all can “have it all” without losing something very important. Top business people have no home or family lives of their own, and that is the waste of a life.
Blood, blood, glorious blood: Nothing quite like it for scaring the living snot out of you.
I put the little girl to bed on my own. She missed her dad, and I missed him too. He may have been utterly useless domestically, but his presence was reassuring.