Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Numerous recent conversations with the gels, all of whom are now very much either teens or pre-teens, produces in ol’ Robbo a sense of paradox.

On the one hand, the gels go to great length, each in their own fashion, to suggest that Dad is some kind of combination of dinosaur, nerd, snob, misfit and Looo-sah.  The phrase, “Your problem is that you live in the 18th Century” has more than once wafted into Robbo’s shell-like.

Well, what can I say? Guilty as charged.

Curiously, though, although these charges are served up in the je accuse style,  I can’t help noticing behind the bluster a certain sentiment that may be roughly described as, “Um, thanks.”

At least, that’s my perception and I’m sticking to it….