“What’s that dreadful sound?” shouted my niece fearfully as we all laughed and she looked embarrassed.

“That’s the sound of the landline phone!” explained my cousin to her.

“Landline?” she asked, “What’s that?”

Very often I tell my students in public speaking and writing, that even if they fail to speak well at an event, or are rejected by newspapers, to keep trying till they are good at it.

I bring in this example of what I saw: It was at the ice rink at Bryant Park near Times Square in New York a few years ago. A girl in particular got my attention. With a black sleeveless sweater and a pair of jeans she was an impressive figure as she cheekily cut through beginners, twirled round and did a figure of eight as easily as a trapeze artist impresses with his performance.

There are many amongst us who have lost a loved one, and grieve for that person. My classmate, one who like glue that bound us together, has just passed away, so also a beloved class teacher and also mother of another classmate and friend of mine, and while we grieve for them, here are a few lines, written by someone who understands our grief, that I hope will bring some comfort to each of us.:

The ninety two year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

In this session of Parliament, the opposition seem to be boiling with rage, and with increased numbers they intend to make a huge noise in the House and outside. But, is this the way things will change in this country?

The best method is to keep one's cool. Her are two episodes of uncool and cool people: