Not in this house it’s not. In this house, post-truth is when I’ve told Janet I’ve cleaned the house, only for her to return from work to discover it wasn’t necessarily based on objective facts. So that’s pretty much every year since … when did I first become a stay-at-home dad?… read the full post.
It may seem a little premature to be writing a review of 2016, but I’m not sure what my internet signal will be like if I need to bunker down with a four-year supply of tinned sardines and a wind-up torch. If Vodafone’s coverage in my kitchen is anything to go by, it’s not looking good.
If 1992 was an annus horribilis, this last twelve months must surely qualify as an annus whatthefuckisthis.… read the full post.
Do you remember when this blog used to be about the kids? Nope, me neither.
I should probably just change its name from The Tales of Sonny and Luca to The Miserable Mutterings of a Middle-aged Man and be done with it. Although to be fair, if they want to play a larger part in the blog they could try taking their faces out of a screen once in a while and communicating.… read the full post.
Role-playing and card battle games are genres that have largely past me by, such is my refusal to entertain anything beyond left, right and jump. But as a disciple of all things Mario and a sucker for a kidnapped Princess I’m always prepared to make an exception.
With a talking paint can for company, the basic premise of Paper Mario Color Splash is to restore colour to the land of Prisma Island and find its stolen Big Paint Stars.… read the full post.
Strange things are afoot. Tales are emerging of a grim creature intent on frightening children and adults alike. So terrifying it would give a killer clown the willies.
Rumour has it he’s the result of an experiment that went horribly wrong. An ambiguous mix of chemistry and alchemy. One part stay-at-home dad, many parts don’t-make-me-get-a-job.
Some think it the stuff of urban legend.… read the full post.