I left work early to get home in time for the inauguration of the next President of the United States of America. Barack Obama is so cool! He strolled to the platform, looking relaxed and at ease. He was sworn in, without any major problems, and then he gave his address. The speech was ace. I hung on every word. Becky seemed quite beat when she came back from work, so I made her a cup of tea and offered out some biscuits. We chatted for a while about how excited we both were about Obama, and what he could mean for the world.
Later on Liz came round for tea, and we watched the world change over tortilla chips and chicken fajitas. The parade was slow, but thrilling at the same time. Twice along the way, the new President and his beautiful wife got out of their car and waved to the crowd. They even wave in cool way! I felt very optimistic.
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Tuesday, 20 January 2009
Monday, 19 January 2009
Holly Wong, 9, knows the truth.
Today was, so the papers said, the most depressing day of the year. Coincidentally, as a good way to tackle this, Louise and I had half-planned a cultural outing. We discussed it last week.
“Would you like to go and see this exhibition at Urbis on Monday?”
“Isn’t Urbis closed on a Monday Louise?”
“No, no it isn’t – I’ve checked the website.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes. 100%”
We got there. Closed. I gave Louise a look. She knew exactly what it meant.
Later on, Dunk invited me round to his for the Liverpool derby. I thought I’d pick up some beers from Carrington’s. Closed. What is it with Mondays? The game was okay, a 1-1 draw that didn’t make either team look particularly good. Dunk showed me this brilliant article (click here) from the International Herald Tribune that collected children’s advice to Barack Obama following his election. Charming stuff. My winner is Holly Wong, aged 9, from San Francisco, who wrote…
Dear President/Mr. Obama,
The best thing about living in the White House would be running around like a maniac. The thing I would like least is the work.
- Holly Wong, age 9, San Francisco
“Would you like to go and see this exhibition at Urbis on Monday?”
“Isn’t Urbis closed on a Monday Louise?”
“No, no it isn’t – I’ve checked the website.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes. 100%”
We got there. Closed. I gave Louise a look. She knew exactly what it meant.
Later on, Dunk invited me round to his for the Liverpool derby. I thought I’d pick up some beers from Carrington’s. Closed. What is it with Mondays? The game was okay, a 1-1 draw that didn’t make either team look particularly good. Dunk showed me this brilliant article (click here) from the International Herald Tribune that collected children’s advice to Barack Obama following his election. Charming stuff. My winner is Holly Wong, aged 9, from San Francisco, who wrote…
Dear President/Mr. Obama,
The best thing about living in the White House would be running around like a maniac. The thing I would like least is the work.
- Holly Wong, age 9, San Francisco
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
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