Spider-boy went through a fabulous phase when he was a bit younger where he’d describe himself as a Lah-dan bouy. Brilliant. Our lad owning his ‘hood, proud of his roots and (bus) routes. It went so beautifully with his love of our city, which I share as a Londoner myself who also had an early […]
Well, less snails, but I was eating lunch today with some fabulous, self-confessed former spogs (smug parents of girls), talking kids and gender politics. They have a wonderful 4 year old girl and a beautiful one year old boy, we have two lads 3.5 and just over 0. We were speculating not only on how […]
Tonight my son smiled for the first time. He was trying all day but slipping back into wine-taster style gurning at the crucial moments. Mr Thatwoman, a good friend, me – we all tried to elicit a cheeky grin and had no luck. We were mere fools and amateurs. Spider-boy however, was a pro. He […]
I like the term ‘lactivist’, mainly because I am a fan of puns, however poor and obvious. Just this morning I nodded mirthfully as I walked past Nationwide where an advert in the window announced ’tis the reason to save lolly’. Or last night I appreciated Urbon on The Apprentice. I’ve been very lucky with […]