Dyson Challenge

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dyson-challengeAsk Sonny what job he’d like to have when he’s older and he’ll tell you he wants to be a farmer.

I’ve no idea why, he’s as scared of vegetables as he is animals. Throw in a fascination with zombies and I’m worried his idea of a harvest may involve organs?!

Luca wants to be a stay-at-home dad. Part of me is proud that he sees such merit in my current role, although part of me also worries that he just sees it as an opportunity to watch the entire box-set of Breaking Bad when they take a nap.… read the full post.

Through the Eyes of Another

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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.

Young Dads Collective

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As a ‘dad blogger’ you know Fathers Day is approaching when your inbox suddenly becomes swamped by Fathers Day gift guides. The cynical blogger in me reads them as a list of ‘things I was sent for free’, although to be fair, I’m just bitter that the best thing I was offered this year was a ‘Best Dad in the World’ tankard?!… read the full post.

Sanctuary of the Shower

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I don’t want to sound overly dramatic, but you know that image of a polar bear clinging to an iceberg? That’s me in the shower that is. And if you’re thinking hippo in a bathtub, shame on you!

It all began when the kids first scaled Mount Stair-gate. Until then, upstairs was a savannah of sanity. A place of respite from all those that sought to destroy my mental well-being.… read the full post.

Modern Art Post Kids

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There was a time I quite liked modern art. I actively sought it out.

Many a weekend was wasted interpreting the uninterpretable, hours spent looking for meaning in the meaningless.

With the Guardian’s ‘what’s on’ guide as my bible, I considered myself cultured. A patron of the most pretentious ‘art spaces’ Manchester had to offer. A devoted disciple of the deluded.… read the full post.