My boozy poem is now a song, appearing on a stage in Sydney. Now that calls for a drink….
Mum didn’t teach me baking skills
She didn’t lead me to the sink
She kept me close, without the apron strings
She taught me how to think Continue reading
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
I’m not from the sort of family who frequents green rooms and public speaking events. I’m from, well, Rotherham.
When I was asked to speak at Mumsnet Blogfest15, myself and those close to me were therefore somewhat bemused and excited. Very excited. Continue reading
Mumsnet asked if I would write a guest post about the Paris attacks, focussing upon how to speak to our children about atrocities such as this.
I thought I didn’t have the words. I decided it was important to try to find them.
Here is the post. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
1. Who is hosting?
2. What time are we meeting?
3. Who is bringing the snacks?
4. Who would like a drink?
A long-term study has pointed to a link between half-baked surveys, and mothers feeling generally fucked off.
The research by Dr Cog, a blogger with the sole aim of generating a bit of traffic to her website, reveals that pretty much every parent on the planet, from all walks of life, wishes ‘experts’ would keep their opinions to themselves unless they know for sure that their ‘advice’ will be helpful to most parents.
In a recent survey of a handful of mothers Dr Cog says the results, while not conclusive, appear to back current evidence that any old shit on parenting seems to get in the Lancet, and who has time to read the flipping Lancet anyway when you are trying to raise an actual human being, rather than a healthy statistic? Continue reading
I need a change of mood
I need to breathe, feel soothed
To find joy in those little things
I need to turn away
From a world that says
“It’s hard time’s we are living in” Continue reading
I wish I was Charlie. I wish I was brave, and fun, and witty, and wise. I wish I had a talent, a skill, and the vision to put that gift towards defending the values that make life worth living. But how can I be Charlie? I can’t even draw, And I’m scared. I don’t want to be scared. I want to be Charlie. Continue reading
…..in no particular order:
That you all liked Ed Sheeran.
That I liked Taylor Swift.
That breast is best. Unless you are in Claridges.
How much I was saddened by the deaths of Tony Benn and Bob Crow and Peaches Geldof Continue reading