writing a letter

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.

Seeking Sanctuary on the Toilet

Mark Parenting, Rants 3 Comments

I’ve decided to embrace my inner grumpiness through a series of posts I’m calling ‘the mutterings of a middle-aged man’. And before you say it, no, it wasn’t always such; at least not officially.

And where better to start than this.

I’ll leave you to ponder this photo for a few seconds, although I should probably warn you, look away now if you’re easily irked…

 

Are we done?… read the full post.

Reflections on 2016

Mark Parenting, Rants 8 Comments

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.

Middle-aged Spread

Mark Parenting, Popular, Rants, Uncategorised 6 Comments

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.

Through the Eyes of Another

Mark Rants, Uncategorised 1 Comment

The street lights flickered as if unsure what was expected of them. I found a bench beneath the most assertive and sat down.

A van approached, fast at first but significantly slower the closer it got. As it crawled past its engine called out to me, revving as if bereft of gears. Looking up from my phone I noticed the man in the passenger seat had locked eyes on me.… read the full post.