Talk to any sports team manager and you hear the same answer. Once you are at the top, everyone else is gunning for you. They want the satisfaction of beating you, to prove they are better than you. You have to play your best all the time. One slip-up and you are yesterday’s team, the has-beens. (more…)

I’ve been sitting here in the corner of the living room we call the study all day. I remember my mother taking forever to type out something on our old machine. She used to call it, her hunt-and-peck style. I never learnt anything different. Just two fingers in search of something to say. At first, I did think of using a pen. I would get the writing done quicker. But because we got a PC for the boys — they always liked to play games even though they did fight over who was going to play them — I’ve been pecking this out. At least it’s easy to go back and correct something if I hit the wrong key. My mother used to go through bottles of Liquid Paper. (more…)