The best, and worst, skinny dip I can recall was the time I was filming in Vienna, where my mother happened to live, and the assistant producer and I went for a walk with my Mum by the banks of the Danube, or the Danube canal. It was quite a warm day, and Ma suddenly announced that she was going in...

I used to have “land” and the ex got this fine notion to get some ram lambs from up on Mendip to keep the grass down in the orchard.

The Jackson Five arrived in a box and had to be fed replacement milk every four hours, or thereabouts. The ex did most of the work, but I took a couple of turns. Sh...

I confess. I have. But normally I don’t. Right now, I have to say that a day off would be a joy and a delight except for one teeny thing. The work would still be here when I got back. And the looming deadlines aren't planning to take any days off themselves, that I know.

Like a lot of things, thi...

Like yesterday’s pillow fight, my response is, “yes, who hasn’t?”. On second thoughts I don’t know how many people do hitch hike these days. Way too dangerous, everyone seems to think. And I cannot remember the last time I actually saw someone hitching.

But we used to do it all the time, occasion...

Of course. Who hasn’t? But I cannot remember a specific fight. And until this very moment -- searching Flickr for a picture -- I had no idea that big public pillow fights took place, at least in San Francisco and Paris. I suppose it is all good clean fun, except for the feathers. I did a little b...