In The Name Of The Father

I feel I should explain myself. Or, more specifically, the absence of any posts recently.

It's quite simple really. My beloved father, who had been diagnosed with cancer in early 2011, became increasingly ill in the last few months and eventually passed away in mid-January. During his life he had been many things: Son, Husband, Brother, Father, Grandfather, Friend, Comrade, War Hero. I, along with many others, miss him terribly.

Initially I stopped writing due to lack of opportunity, as I spent more time visiting and caring for Dad. Soon though, I simply didn't feel like it. From the start of this blog most of my output has been either of a humorous (intended at least) nature, or enthusiastic recommendation of music or other entertainment. Unfortunately, in recent times I have felt neither funny or enthusiastic about anything much.

I am hoping this won't last too much longer, and that if you choose to return here you will be rewarded with some engaging prose. Maybe what I write will be different from before, and that I'll just get down what's on my mind without worrying too much if it fits into any previous 'house style'.

For those who use Twitter I do still pop up on there when the mood takes me: click on the blue button at the top of the page to follow (be warned: there may be bad words).

I thought it might be appropriate to insert here a piece of music as a small tribute to Dad. The trouble is, he would probably (without letting on) hate most of the stuff from my collection that I might choose. Instead, here is perhaps the earliest song I can remember being played  (and sung) in the house when I was a child: the French (or Quebecian depending who you believe) children's song, Alouette. Cheers me up no end.

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