Tag Archives: motherhood
The Fat and the Furious
Hold the boat! Just hold the fucking boat, will you? You see thanks to a rather stupendous creature called Glosswitch I’ve been alerted to an article that appeared on the Daily Telegraph’s website yesterday. It was about that bottled essence of … Continue reading
Poo Sticks
When it comes to the No Shit Sherlock school of journalism, the story that the anvil-haired Simon Cowell is refusing to change nappies after the soon-to-be birth of his scion is up there with the Daily Mail waving pitchforks … Continue reading
Yardage
Oh, thank fuckety fuck for that. The school holidays are over and I can go back to taking hour-long shits during the day without a small child asking me if we can fashion entire city-scapes from a torn Cornflakes box … Continue reading
Poisoned Letter
Holy fuckaloney. You know, when you become a parent you are told repeatedly that it’s an experience that’s liberally scattered with joys and delight? And yes, that may be true. What the bastards fail to tell you, though, is … Continue reading
Catalogue of Errors
What in the festering fistful of frig is this? Skulking through The Times last Friday I found myself being assaulted, on page 21, by some of the most enraging column inches I have ever read. See, the paper reported on … Continue reading