Delight

Two entirely unrelated people today have mentioned the chronicles of Narnia, with particular reference to Edmund's love of Turkish delight, in conversation with me. It must be an omen of some kind, but I can't quite figure out what it's omening. I'll have to go and look in the wardrobe.

Time marches on

I really don't like seeing a football headline saying "Brighton are in the FA Cup semi-finals for the first time in 36 years". I remember the previous time, you see. It happened in my lifetime. That can only possibly mean that I'm old enough to remember things that happened 36 years ago, which is a very disturbing thought.

It's Brighton's fault. If they'd won the cup every year since 1983, the sports pages would just say "Brighton are in the FA Cup semi-finals, just like last year", and I don't particularly mind remembering things that happened a year ago.