Yes, it’s true. This week the story is entirely autobiographical. Wuss and I are like twins seperated at birth, except those few key major differences. He is 13, I am 24. He is furry, I am (god be praised) not. But we are two peas in a pod he and I. And I would like […]
So this week, it was not the boys fault they’re late. It is most definately mine. Currently I am sitting out in the sticks near Tullow an hour or so south of Dublin, surrounded by the Irish family. Apparently (and this is worrying) I have developed a severe twang in my accent already and I’ve […]
Good ol’ Wuss. He may struggle to enjoy the snow and ice and cold which dominates our Christmas time, but he certainly knows how to get in to the spirit. Of course, he probably isn’t the best at always showing it, but then who is. He didn’t learn that from the wind…
Computers are indeed important in our society today. They enable us to keep in contact with loved ones far away, swap photographs and stories, read up on current affairs. They can aid us in monitoring and treating illnesses, they have allowed us to travel to space. Some can create works of art using computers, others […]
So it was Ruthies 24th birthday yesterday, and we are all feeling somewhat delicate and pathetic. If you need us we shall be horizontal somewhere watching trashy telly, probably clenching onto a half eaten burger and covered (somewhat inexplicably) with glitter. Party on dude.
Ah yes. You see this is the problem. I managed to find a semi articulate brush, therefore my doodles aren’t too incomprehensible. Sort of. Feel like this is what could be holding you back? Find a clever brush.
Well, Halloween is upon us. And my my, this year has been extra scary. We know that over the pond in the US this is a well celebrated holiday, and here in England it is most certainly becoming more popular. Yet this is not always a good thing. Upon venturing to the pub last night […]
Testicles. Yes my friends, that is what was left etched upon my memory after reading the Chugger Charlie story. And so, perhaps inevitably, this particular detail seems to return when Charlie encounters my boys. And my word, don’t they react with such British decorum. Basically, it is not outrage at one licking ones bits in […]
So, well done to my sister Hazel and her husband Adam. They called Mr. Stork (yes, that is what happened, there is no way my sister could have a baby in any other way, all right?!) and nine months (and two days late), Maya Glassford arrived. And she is a little beauty. Though don’t worry, […]