"The child is father to the man." Wordsworth.

You can pretend, act, do whatever , but you will be outed.

I try, yes try, to make no pretensions.

I may be a fool to some, a faggot, a kite flier (W..ker if you do not know Thai idioms) or a pratt,mad.

All are true , depending on who you are.

I know how ( well I think I do, how my wife regards me.) Even surer how my son accepts me.

A life can be a long time. Mine has been, many phases, no way can I write about that in a chat forum, or in a book.

Snippets maybe, observations, but nothing of substance.

I have a childhood friend, my lawyer, a barrister; he has the yet unfinished trash , with explicit instructions never to be published while I am alive.

I guess if he dies before me the world will not have lost much.

As soon as one writes, even a comment on a blog, you reveal something of your real self.

When teaching young children, already one knows who they are. One must be tactful and treat all equally, but there are traits you like or dislike.

That is life, it applies to everyone.

We like to pigeon hole people, makes everything so much simpler.

The truth is we do not know anyone but ourself, and then only superficially from the mirror of contact.