Tag: childhood

The young ones & Have I told you lately that I Love You? Seb: I’ve spent most of this past week in the company of kids. I don’t mean that derogatorily — I mean that I’m at least 10 years older than most of them. It’s odd, I’ve always got on better with younger and older people — but not so much with my contemporaries. I get on well with kids because they’re incredibly easy to talk to (and because…

Old balls, please (Click for larger) Seb: I am incredibly good at racquet (racket) sports. Tennis, badminton, table tennis — you name it, I’m great. My eyesight, on the other hand, is not. I don’t think I’ve told the story of my failing eyes before — and it’s too long to tell here — but basically: it started failing when I was about 12, but I didn’t realise until I was 16. I didn’t get a pair of glasses until…

Elton & Tina Seb: Unlike Abi, music didn’t enter my life in a big way until Napster and the Era of Downloadable Music. That’s not to say my life was devoid of music! It was always around, either played by my mother in the house, or loudly on my dad’s car stereo, but I never had my own music. I tried to get into pop music, when I was a teenager. I wasn’t under the duress of peer pressure for…

Yeah right, like I would make an entire post about something as dry as my new year’s resolutions! You must’ve realised by now that I rarely blog in that way. It’s more like a timeless classic ’round these parts of the Internet: if you picked a random entry from the archives, chances are you wouldn’t be able to place it. Chances are, it would be a rant that really has nothing to do with the day it was written. Except…

There’s a very specific period of my teenage life that I remember fondly. I was about 13 and not yet set apart from my peers by height or sharp wit or beard. I was smart, having been bumped up a couple of classes, but the bullying hadn’t started yet. It was just a twelve month period, but I think we had more fun that year than any other that followed (at school anyway, university is something else entirely). This is…

OK, bear with me here… I have two really conflicting themes going on in my head right now. The original plan was to discuss some of the great Christmas presents I’ve got over the years, and their importance or significance throughout my formative years. But then… well, I went and shaved my beard into a Hitler moustache. So… a little bit of a dilemma, as you can imagine, me being a Jew and all. Then, to make things even more…