In the past I used to counter any such notions by asking myself: 'Would you really want President Hattersley?' I now find that possibility rather cheers me up. With his chubby Dickensian features and his knowledge of T.H. Green and other harmless leftish political classics Hattersley might not be such a bad thing after all.
My dad is kind of a rascal like in a Dickensian sense. He just goes from career to career.
Building a little bonfire at night on the beach and lying on a blanket with my wife under the stars is not only sexy it's romantic.