My boozy poem is now a song, appearing on a stage in Sydney. Now that calls for a drink….
A poem for MOthers’ day
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
considering how best to balance writing about our private lives in the very public space that is the online world is something close to my heart. when i was invited to share my personal opinions on this topic PUBLICLY at Mumsnet’s blogfest, i jumped at the chance – it made a change from a shift down ‘ pit….
Mumsnet asked if I would write a guest post about the Paris attacks. I thought I didn’t have the words. I decided it was important to try to find them.
who would like a drink? and other insightful observations
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