There was an article in the local rag (Yes Kent Online, I’m looking at you) about a woman who had complained to a train company about workmen who had wolf-whistled at her.  Now.  Let’s set the scene. Said woman was alone on a (fairly remote) train station platform following an awards ceremony in London. She was waiting for a connecting train. She was dressed up.  It was late at night. She was wolf-whistled at by several workmen that were working for the train company nearby. She felt vulnerable. I can understand that.  I have walked home from the pub slightly inebriated (shitfaced) on countless occasionsRead More →

Ok.  Own up! Whose bright idea were baby groups? You know, the ones in a musty church hall with toys that probably failed safety regulations back in 1982 that cost you 50p for which you get a shitty cup of tea and a pink wafer biscuit. I hate these groups with a passion.  They were my biggest source of “mummy guilt” with my first child and I’ve vowed not to put that kind of pressure on myself this time. I didn’t have any friends with children the same age and to be honest I’ve come to the realisation that I’m not your average mum. ByRead More →

Jesus wept people. St.George’s Cross is NOT racist.  I don’t think it is.  Why do you feel the need to share pictures on Facebook suggesting it is? The fact that you do suggests you think it is too. Although I have to admit when I see it I have a pang of “oh shit the EDL are on one again” St. George’s  Cross has been pinched by twatty right wing extremists and you are buying into their propaganda. Get a grip. It’s England’s flag.  Take it back from those wankers and make it something to be proud of.  Don’t go shouting “if you don’t likeRead More →

Erica’s blog. Stardate June 24th 2016.  See what I did there? So.  We voted Out. Fuck.  I wasn’t expecting that.  I thought it would be close but I never expected it to be that close.  I voted in. I felt we were stronger in the EU.  I owe the EU a lot, if it wasn’t for free movement I probably wouldn’t have met Vince (who’s French) and we wouldn’t have had our two beautiful children. How it will leave us as a family only time will tell. But.  The majority voted Out. We are a democracy and we must accept that.  I can only hopeRead More →

Those of you that read my first blog post will know that it was Big L’s 5th birthday party on Saturday.  If you haven’t read then it I urge you to. It’s hilarious. Honest guv. We (me and Other Mum) spent Friday getting most of the stuff ready for the party.  Sainsburys shopping for supplies. Preparing the food and party bags etc.  Well, I say we.  Other Mum ended up doing most of the work as Little L was having none of it.  I managed to wrap 30 sausage rolls in cling film.  I hate cling film.  It’s shit.  It sticks to everything but whatRead More →

Why I hate mornings!! One day Big L may read this (sooner rather than later at the rate he’s learning to read) and so, my Darling, I have to tell you that I love you very much but by heck you drive me fucking insane in the mornings. Now I’m not a morning person. I find it difficult to get out of bed at the best of times.  Add to the mix making Daddy’s sandwiches (it’s cheese and ham daily but that’s all I can manage),  Big L’s breakfast and almost force feeding Big L said breakfast. “But,  Sweetheart. You asked for honey sandwiches” “I saidRead More →

So. Here it is. My first blog post. And it is about something entirely relevant to me at the moment, kids parties. I’ve been umming and ahhing about writing a blog for a while. Despite appearances, I’m quite shy, but I also like to vent and I’m pretty opinionated – although I do value other people’s opinions and take them on board (at least I pretend to. I smile and nod and mutter “twat” quietly to myself). So. Let’s kick off with my first post. It’s my first born’s 5th birthday soon and we are having a joint party for him with his friend. InRead More →