Cleaning up after the party you weren’t invited too. 

​In this blog, I moan about picking up after my kids (I hope this isn't just me).  ​​​It's been a while since my last blog and people keep asking where I've been. The truth of the matter is that I've been struggling to find my phone or laptop amongst the sea of mass produced plastic... Continue Reading →


The Children’s Party Scene: what is life?  

Where has Aims gone? She's been gone ages. The awkward silence is now deafening, but I smile politely at the stranger I'm having the rapidly drying out conversation with. A feral looking child runs past, covered in chocolate. I want chocolate. Would it be wrong if I ask a stranger to hold this baby so... Continue Reading →

Being so tired you’re worried you might die. 

I had insomnia in my mid twenties, and that's the actual, clinical, real life Edward Norton in fight club insomnia, not the kind where people just update their Facebook status because they're up past 2am on a Tuesday-insomnia, big difference. A combination of bad life choices regarding money and women, coupled with a crushing realisation... Continue Reading →


Embarrassing Dad; is it Inevitable? 

I don't have Snapchat. I don't know what 'on fleek' means, and I haven't the foggiest about dabbing. I'm also fairly certain I've never heard a track by Drake. Is it even called a track these days? Who knows? Who cares? I certainly don't, most of the time. The transition from man in his 30's... Continue Reading →


Food Shopping. Why I’d rather be on fire.

In this segment, I'll reminisce about the first time I went to the supermarket with a toddler and a baby, and then I'll offer suggestions on how to avoid it ever happening to you. It was a typically British January - freezing cold and pissing it down for 98% of the time, which is less... Continue Reading →


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