“Let them eat cake,” I thought to myself as I entered the Bird In Hand noggin back in early July. There is some doubt whether Queen Marie Antoinette actually uttered this phrase but Sue Giles certainly didn’t. Kindly, Sue was giving out slices of her recent milestone birthday cake to all at the noggin. And gosh it was delicious. On behalf of the Centre I would like to thank you Sue for the cake while wishing her a belated many happy returns. I hope Sue you had a very happy birthday.

I have the pleasure to report, rather belatedly, a happy event for Denzil Rowe and family. On May 12th, 06:54 am, 2011, Alisha Rowe was born weighing in at 8lb 5oz The late Chris Rowe, a founding member of the Centre and one time editor of Miscellany and Denzil’s father, would be very proud and happy. We now have another third generation of the Rowe family involved with us and the Morgan world in general. Denzil drives Chris’ old four seater: an appropriate vehicle for a family man. On behalf of the Centre of I would like to congratulate Denzil

I am proud that we have been able to help in our small way.

At the time of writing (end of April 2011) I was juggling between this report, making my lunch and watching the Royal Wedding. I found the whole ceremony to be both moving and up lifting – one couldn’t help feeling proud to be British. Also, I couldn’t help my moistening eyes and it had nothing to do with the onions I was putting in my stew. Kate was breathtaking of course, that Sarah Burton dress was just perfect and her sister Pipa was wonderful and I liked her outfit too. William looked supportive and ready to accept the heavy responsibilities

Last month I promised we would have a look at tablet computers, but with the recent launch of a new version of this genre by a major player and with more to come as the year unfolds, it may be wise to hold off our discussion for a little while. The apps available for these devices are just amazing. As Mike Smith pointed out to me recently, one can be sitting in one's Morgan, with the hood down of course, and with the simple action of offering one's device to the sky, one can be told which constellation one is

At long last, I have succumbed to the craving to update my mobile. In the end my poor old phone could only send a text message if it was plugged into the mains - my hands were tied. The first problem was how to decide what to get with the bewildering range of choices out there, these days. The salesman was good though, before I knew it I was on contract, but at least I managed to persuade him that I wanted to keep my old number and contacts. This I did. However, he was good, I walked out of