PERHAPS it is a sign of old age? Or perhaps it is it is the unlocking of a new and cherished piece of wisdom?
Maybe, it’s the controversial new 20mph speed limits in Wales, or it could be a rebellion against the mobile phone age?
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MY grandfather must have had the gift of looking into the future when he left me a treasured World War Two metal helmet.
He knew the steel ‘Mark II No 2’ Home Guard headwear would come in handy for a journalist willing to suggest radical

THE King himself would have been shocked at the number of words and newsprint used to pay tribute to a wonderful life.
The reality is that every word, every photo and video clip is deserved praise for one of our greatest fly-halves.
As a

IT’S a sad confession, but my schoolteachers will remember that I was never any good at maths.
Arithmetic was always agony, geometry was grim, algebra always left me anxious – and trigonometry was simply terrible!
The sum total of my mathematical misery is something

JUST checking, but did I ever tell you the story of the B Hag?
No? Well, make yourself comfortable and grab a cup of tea because here goes . . .
What’s a B Hag? Well, don’t go down the road of imagining a

LET me be totally frank: I’m appalled, irritated, exasperated, wounded, infuriated, slightly tearful and a more than a little angry.
In short, I’m upset.
The lightning bolt news that Louis Rees-Zammit is quitting Rugby Union to try his hand at playing American Football came