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I enjoyed our philosophy lesson.  The Greek root of philosophy is ‘love of wisdom’ .

Here is a starter ( for 10).   Mr West you may join in!

WHAT is it to be human?

This is my first ever blog post. That’s not entirely true…I wrote the first five minutes ago but pressed the wrong button and it vanished.

Now I really wanted to be clever and do a smart drawing or animation like Mr W or Mr P but alas -I need a few more lessons…but I will do it.

Ok, New Year resolutions,  I start on 1st January -it’s a bit like targets : no chocolate and no biscuits and no puddings and more exercise and earlier nights and keep the ironing pile empty and the inside of the car tidy and oh yes my desk and my handwriting. The list is tiring me…

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I’ve really enjoyed reading about what everyone likes for Christmas, so I thought I’d write about one of my favourite things – decorating the Christmas tree!  Now, my wife thinks our Christmas is covered in junk, ninety percent of which should be thrown away and replaced by a single highly expensive crimson velvet ribbon from John Lewis.  I, on the other hand, think it looks magnificent.  Her main complaint is that there are far too many animal decorations on the tree,  so I thought I’d count them up to check.  This year’s West Christmas tree features: two polar bears, two fish, four cats, two dogs, a rhino, an elephant, two platypuses, a wombat, a robin, a sparrow, an echidna, three reindeer, a bee, two rabbits, a squirrel, a hedgehog, a black bear, a koala, a mouse and five pandas.  Oh, and a wookie.  Looks about right to me – not sure my wife’s going to agree though…

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So, I don’t know what you were up to last weekend, but I spent Sunday lunchtime yelling, screaming and jumping around in front of the TV.  It’s okay, it wasn’t just me, my dad and my sister-in-law were there too, also acting in a way entirely unbefitting sensible grown up people.  Why was this all happening?  Football.

The team I’ve watched for pretty much my entire life, AFC Wimbledon, were playing in the FA Cup.  After thirty seconds they were one-nil down.  With ten minutes to go, they were losing three-nil.  This explained a lot of the shouting.  And then…

They scored.  A minute later, two things happened – firstly, Wimbledon scored again, and secondly the jumping around began.  The next minute, they equalised.  Everyone in the house went crazy.  Then, with eight-and-a-half seconds of the game remaining, Wimbledon scored the winner.  We jumped on chairs and yelled with delight.

Watching football is, in many ways, a foolish way to pass your time.  Every year I spend hours on end watching grown men boot a ball around a field, when I could be, I don’t know, painting my house or writing the Great American Novel, or maybe even marking books.  But, as foolish pursuits go, you really can’t beat it for injecting a large dollop of joy into a grey December Sunday.

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