I had literally never heard of The Prestige, but (unlike seemingly the majority of the movies on the 100 Best Movie chart we bought), it appeared to be neither a Mafia movie, nor a Western. That alone sold it to me. And you know what, for the first twenty minutes or so, I quite enjoyed … [Read more…]
It has been beyond ages since I’ve done a blog. There have been several reasons for this. The first – abject laziness – is probably the most compelling. But also, as the children get older, it seems less kind to write about their foibles. All tiny children are absolute dickheads. That goes without saying. Reporting … [Read more…]
It has been about a million years since I last hammered out a blog. “When will you write a new one?” shouted literally nobody. Well you’re in luck. Here we go. I decided to take the summer off to “be more present” with the children, which mostly involved scouring Netflix to find something they would … [Read more…]
EldestGirl is not given to flights of fancy. She isn’t a child who gets lost in imaginary games, generally speaking. I have very rarely caught her in a lie – and even then it’s usually been along the lines of, “it was an accident”, when what she actually means is, “I immediately regretted the consequences, … [Read more…]
There’s a drippy meme that does the rounds this time of year. Something along the lines of “We only get eighteen delicious summers with our children. This is one of your eighteen. If that’s not perspective, I don’t know what is”. Ick, ick, vom, vom. Designed to prey on the, “Oh shit, I’m doing it … [Read more…]
All our celebrations happen to be smushed together in one part of the year. September is EldestGirl’s birthday, October is mine. November is YoungestGirl’s birthday, December is Christmas. TheBloke (TM) has his birthday in January, February is Valentine’s Day, then our wedding anniversary and Mothers’ Day are both in March. This year, all-gifted-out, we actually … [Read more…]
When the Baudelaire orphans arrive at Uncle Monty’s house, we’re unsure what to think of him. After all, this is A Series of Unfortunate Events, where we are promised that only dreadfully unpleasant things will happen to our heroines and hero. What fate awaits them in Uncle Monty’s Reptile Room? If you are in any … [Read more…]
For the last nine million years, or however long it is we’ve had children, TheBloke (TM) and I have alternated weekend lie-ins. I get a lie-in on the Saturday, TheBloke (TM) takes the Sunday. For those of you without children, “lie-in” here is a figurative concept, lasting no longer than 8.15 a.m., otherwise there will … [Read more…]
