We Have an Allotment

Mark Uncategorised 1 Comment

We have an allotment.

A sentence that may come as a surprise to those who know me but less so when I explain how it came about.

You see, when it comes to buying presents I often struggle for inspiration. Especially for those special occasions that creep up on you when you least expect them. Like Christmas.

My usual coping mechanism involves deep breaths and Amazon vouchers, but occasionally the mist of panic clears, through which emerges a sign.… read the full post.

Better Call Sonny

Mark Parenting, Popular 6 Comments

Had an accident in the playground that wasn’t your fault? Better call Sonny.

If it was your fault, say nothing and call him anyway.

This is a conversation we had a few days ago…

Sonny: “Have I got PPI?”

Me: “No”

Sonny: “You sure?”

Me: “Yep.”

Sonny: “… think I might have.”

Me: “Pretty sure you’ve not.”

Sonny: “…… might put a claim in anyway.”

WTF?… read the full post.

Yo-kai Watch 2 – Fleshy Souls & Bony Spirits

Mark Nintendo, Reviews 0 Comments

It seems like only yesterday that my dreams were haunted by the soundtrack to Yo-kai Watch. The auto-correct on my phone has never fully recovered from the boys incessant searching for the favourite foods of Cutta-nah-nah, Slacka-slash and the talking buttocks that is Cheeksqueek.

To be fair, my auto-correct never had a problem with Cheeksqueek although why is nobodies business beyond me, Google and possibly my doctor.… read the full post.

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How outraged are you, I mean really?

Mark Rants 5 Comments

I’m outraged. Outraged I tell ya! Outraged by the amount of mock outrage there is on social media. It’s nothing short of, well, outrageous.

What ever happened to being a little annoyed? A tad miffed? Moderately irked?

I might be wrong but I’m pretty sure this level of mock outrage is a modern phenomenon. It wasn’t always such. It wasn’t always so easy.… read the full post.

How to Survive the Apocalypse

Mark Parenting 3 Comments

The apocalypse in question being a four day screen ban. Yep, you read that right. Four days. Ninety eight hours. Five thousand, seven hundred and …

He only had himself to blame. He knew I was watching the football when he started working through his nightly ritual of why he couldn’t get to sleep. He needed tucking in for the umpteenth time.… read the full post.