Dear respected Head of Family, Of course you are not really 80. And I am not almost 67. The very idea. Ridiculous. WJWP suggested I might write a mini encomium to mark this April. So, having looked up what that means, here goes with something along those lines. Selcroft Road: me in a high chair in the dining room looking through the window, you outside about to head off to Whitgift, sticking your tongue out and waggling your fingers in your ears. Perhaps this sets the stage f

Given the family penchant for CFEs and jolly jaunts, we thought that this particular version would benefit from a selection of chants and ditties that can be sung with gusto at (in)appropriate moments whilst in Hong Kong. We thanks all authors and illustrators for their contributions. ‘The cry of the William is heard through the land, belt up, shut up, stoppit’, […and by then your uncle would be in an incandescent rage. Fun for two elder brothers, but horrifying for the wok