I propose the renaming of Notting Hill. Who arranges such things? The Mayor?

I have no political motivation in this. By chance a better option has come to light. And this for an area whose name has changed subtly over the years and is probably about due for a refresh (Knottynghull, Knotting-Bernes, Knutting-Barnes, Notingbarons, to name a few).

Another session of trawling through the barely-half-remembered on Friends Reunited, an annual event. I see the names of those I shared desks with at primary school but I don't recall their faces, they were never part of my life, but I have some sense of them. I recall their smell. It's always with a sense of melancholy that I enter that site - never any real thought that I might recapture a former life. And I am usually a little choked with sadness when I leave.

A prime example (one of many) of the perils of baring all online. I have nothing to hide, surely. Have I?

"A Newport Pagnell man, for instance, was ordered by magistrates not to contact his estranged wife, but when he joined Facebook, an automatic "friend request" was sent to everyone on his email list, including his former partner. She contacted police; the man was arrested and got 10 days in jail."

Link to full article in The Independent below:

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/news/facebook-c...

Unchanging, this distance between you and me, our years, the line between us measured exact; you leading, me dragging, tugged.

"They all had to be eliminated."

"Of course, you are asking me whether I could have rebelled, or at least fled. But if I had tried to flee, they were holding my family hostage, and my family would have suffered the same fate as the other prisoners in Tuol Sleng. If I had fled or rebelled it would not have helped anyone."

Two quotes from the same man: Kang Khek Ieu, known as "Cambodia's Himmler" or simply "Duch", a torturer who oversaw the deaths of 17,000 people under the Khmer Rouge. From cold murderous arrogance to an almost humbled victim of dilemma. There's contrast for you.

That my father has this rage is my excuse.