21st May, 2009 - Big

I would really, really, really like to spend a day inside the head of my daughter. As I type this (in a train on the way to Aberdeen as it happens) I am secretly hoping that lightning will strike the overhead wires, hurtle through the generator and crackle through my laptop as I type the words
I would really, really, really like to spend a day inside the head of my daughter
and then I would come to actually inside her head, in the manner of the Tom Hanks documentary Big.

I want to live in a world where the absolutely most important things are pretty things. And where happiness is sitting on a sofa under a burberry blanket wearing about 42 bangles and a pink feather boa.

It looks great, even across the gulf of the years.