Yesterday was one of those nice moments in life. I left Open Spacey a little early, went home to grab my towel, shorts and flipflops, picked up the kids from the kindergarten and took them to the beach. There we were, naked (that'll be the kids and not my hairy arse on display) and jumping over the waves, with juniorette scaring me shitless with her ducking and diving in some strong waves (don't forget, she's only 19 months old) and begging for "more!". And then on the ride home, listening to the Pogues with the two kids clapping along. I like this daddy malarky.