Fashion victims

 My girls can rock with the best of them.

Hay hay hay!

 First cut of hay in this year, it smells fantastic and the kids love to play around with the bales (they are the dots playing around in the distance), life is pretty good.

They don't make em like that anymore part 107

 Rock gods then and now....friggin hell!

People are funny.

 Some smart funny people out there, you can do a lot of damage with humour....thank goodness.

Merry Christmas one and all.

 The Liverpool of my childhood was a magical place, I still love Christmas (Liverpool less) but those days just seem to have been a more simple time and I miss it, who needs the chaos and non stop media govt barrages of today? anyway enjoy your Christmas folks.

Cheer up!

 Among the doomy prognostications my girls bring a smile to my face.

Good company

 My girls get to show their stuff with some top contemporary rockers...they do it well.

Little drummer girl

 Number 2 daughter hitting the skins.

That went well.

 The stealth lockdown is making me increasingly angry and frustrated but at least I'll be cool now and the kids entertained.

Water on the brain.

 Given no hols for the kids this year I held my nose and dived into the world of outdoor pool renovation (P intended). I as a rule loathe the idea of outdoor pools in Britain but my household has devolved into some sort of democracy and my role as tyrant has somewhat diminished....so a pool it is.

Guitars and trucks.

 Still amusing ourselves in this never ending lockdown.

Moan moan moan

 Who doesn't have grief with their family at some point in life? mind you most of us don't have access to the all devouring Oprah, please shut up you dim little ponce, I mean Prince.

Proud Dad.

 My girls first self written single.

Self destruction

 America continues down its painful road to self destruction with both matters large and small, its all so desperately sad.