One of the real joys of being around small children is to tell the outrageous utter ridiculous lie and be believed.
The look of wide eyed wonder or solemn understanding is a pleasure to behold.
Let’s be clear about this - we are in the world of MEN here.
It’s the natural domain of fathers, grandfathers, uncles, even the imaginative big brother.
Women can’t do it - anymore than they can throw or catch.
They will say “ that’s cruel” ( oh get a sense of humour love), they just don’t get it.
Here’s what I mean.
When our daughter was 8 she came upon me enjoying a glass of pastis (could have been Pernod or Ricard...) Seeing my pleasure she asked if she could try it.
I (naturally) let her ( before anyone goes off on one it was only a TINY sip).
Her: “That’s nice! What’s it made from?”
Me: “well you know they make wine by squeezing the juice from grapes?”
“yes”
“well this is made by squeezing the juice from liquorice allsorts”...
Another example: (I wish I could claim this as my own)...
When we lived in Hackney east London, a chap a few doors down regularly took his grandchildren away for short holidays to a caravan he had in Kent.
He always went through the Blackwall Tunnel or over the Woolwich Ferry.
When he got to the other side of the river he would tell the children that they were now...
IN FRANCE!!!!
You have to admire that.
Belfast another appalling attack, we need to ask what is driving this.
Fibre broadband and house phones
Happy coincidence story - about a poem.
My father 81 needs wrist surgery for a bad fracture and I am worried







...I was only sixteen and my other thought at the time was, why on earth would anybody say such a thing. I did get it though, he was teasing!!!!! 
Nothing wrong in telling little stories like Santa, tooth fairy etc to little children all part of childhood. My GF used to tell us whoppers and we loved him for it as it was so much fun when we realised he'd tricked us yet again.