On Friday June 5th the night before Laura was supposed to come back from Canada I received an e-mail from her wherein she announced that she would not be coming back from Toronto with our baby and had started 'separation' proceedings. For separation proceedings read divorce, equalisation of property, by which means, she wants half of the assets that I have accumulated from hard work before we met while I get half of the ZERO she has accumulated in a lifetime of excuses, and all sorts of other monies she somehow feels she is entitled to. There was no warning, no conversation, no explanation, no "I'm sorry but this isn't working." Just an e-mail stating she had started 'separation proceedings', she couldn't even be honest about that. At the same time as I was shopping buying treats and things for her and our baby, she was in court with a thick carpet of lies that she had woven from a very thin thread of truth. The last words she said to me before I received her missive was 'Love you too, miss you'. I never credited her with the capacity for deceit, treachery, mendacity, venality and spite that she has displayed with such sly artfulness.

Our home life had actually been very good over the last year. I shall probably never know what dark mental dances she had in April and May as she schemed the assassination of our marriage. It's sad. I loved her with all my heart and truly wanted her eyes to be the last I saw before I closed mine for the final time.

In the book of my own life I turned the page honestly believing we would both live happily ever and found the rest of the leaves torn away by the person to whom I had entrusted it.



In the last two days, I have spoken to two old friends. One has been dieing for years but is too stubborn to give in. To hear his voice, is to hear the fragility of his heart and I fear that every beat will be its last. The other has always seemed as strong as an ox, but has been given two years to live by his doctors.


"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne - Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, no. 17 (Meditation) 1624

Easter Eggs and travel.

About three weeks ago I flew out to be with Laura and the baby who are spending some time in Toronto. They're staying there for a bit and I'm here in London alone. I'm looking forward to the return of those few distilled moments of perfect content and stillness that are bestowed upon me when my little baby falls asleep in my arms after her last bottle of milk of the night. I really miss them both, so I thought I'd tell my daughter a little Easter story, and here it is:

Sorry I can’t be with you for a little while, but your daddy has to be in England right now.

In the land where our people come from, thousands of years ago, there were no televisions, no books, no cars and life was much simpler. In the day the worked and hunted and farmed and by night they sat around their fires trying to keep warm.

They believed that the seasons were controlled by gods and goddesses and that the goddess of Spring was Eostre which is where our word for Easter comes from. They knew that the days grow shorter and colder in the winter and longer and warmer in summer. Spring starts when the day is longer than the night, it is warmer and the flowers start to bloom and lots of baby animals are born. The land that seemed so cold and lifeless in the winter seemed to burst into life, just like an egg hatching and the hares, which are like big bunny rabbits that were running around so madly in March settled down and all the baby hares were born. They believed that the hares would help Eostre bring in the Spring and they gave each other eggs to celebrate its arrival.

Even though our people no longer live that simple life and they no longer remember the reasons why we still celebrate Easter and the coming of spring, they still think of the Easter Bunny and give each other Easter Eggs. I have an Easter egg for you here which I’ll give you when you come back. I can’t wait to see you again. I love you so very much.

When I flew out to Toronto, I departed from Heathrow Terminal 5. Despite the terrible press surrounding the opening debacle it feels very much like a proper airport in the same way that Terminal 4 feels very much like an abbatoir.

I lunched at Wagamama there and, as usual, had the Chicken Kare Lomen, which is a spicy curry soup and their superb White Chocolate Ginger Cheesecake. The curry soup was only 50% successful, it tasted wonderful but unfortunately, I was unable to squeeze out a fart in the multifaith prayer room. That small opportunity to show my contempt for all religions thwarted, I went to board the plane. I like to think that it was perhaps because of my innate purity and godliness that on handing my passport over to the flight attendant, I was upgraded to business class.

Today I had two comments from pals that are miffed with the absence of anything fresh on my blog. So I thought I might get on and write one.

New stuff: I have finally relented and got an IPhone and I have to say it is possibly the best invention since the mobile phone, MP3 player, Play Station Portable, Internet radio, pocket TV, PDA or maybe all of these things put together. It still doesn't stop me from loathing Apple's personal computers, but if they stick to this portable media stuff they will rule the world. I am worried about it's fragility in a way that I haven't really been about any previous mobile phone. It somehow just seems more personal. The bazillion applications that are on it keep me constantly occupied with news, podcasts, strategy games, books, music. With one of these devices the western world need never trouble itself with time for introspective thought or mental tranquility.





In recent years, well the last two in the UK anyway, I have oft lamented the absence of real seasons. But this year it will be different instead of the grey and rainy season and the very grey and very rainy season, we will have had the "February was 'king freezing!" season. On Tuesday February 3rd I was actually told to work from home. How morose I was, as I beavered away testing the Internet, discussed some reconciliation application bugs with my baby daughter and worked out that if only I didn't have to pay tax for all the people that get to do this every day and all the people in government that might as well do this every day what a happy and less overdrawn chap I would be. This is the first time that weather has ever prevented me from getting to work.
This was the sort of event that I craved every winter as a child when I saw the first white puffs falling in the morning, my nose pressed against the window pane, rubbing away the condensation to see the snowflakes melting against the glass and laying a thin white velvet sheet over the garden. Please don't stop, just another few inches, two feet of snow and they will surely close the school. But it never happened, well not until now. But now I have a taste for it. Once a year, just for a day or so, I could live with a repeat experience.






On to a less pleasant matter. The British Government recently banned Dutch MP Geert Wilders, the maker of the film Fitna, from entering the UK as it was felt that his presence would cause outrage among Muslims living here.

Having watched the film, I think it is sensationalist, but nowhere near as sensationalist as say..... blowing up London buses or flying planes into the World Trade Center. I think perhaps the Muslims that are offended by this film should ask themselves what they really find offensive about it and direct their angst against the fundamentalists that support just the sort of actions which Geert Wilders highlights in his film.

One of my dearest and closest friends, Anas, is a Muslim. One of the things that makes him such a great guy is that his warmth, humanity, decency and honesty come before his religion or any other beliefs. If only everyone was like that.