I’ve been trying to get my Dad to start a blog for awhile now. Or at least guest-post on here. Dad needs to blog for lots of reasons. The main one being, dude is too verbose for Facebook. Today, he posted this: 32 years ago today – 31.03.81 @ 12:50 local time in Dallas, Texas – life changed forever. It was the happiest day of my life. After two weeks of very early and difficult labour, my wife and I finally…
For Christmas, Dad bought me a copy of The Ultimate Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook. Because that’s the kinda guy he is. I think it was a joint present. ‘You can skip the bits on dating and breaking up. I have, however, highlighted the section on BABIES!’ he said. Since then, the book has sat on our actual coffee table, used as a handy reference guide/random writing prompter. On Friday, I found the book open to this not-so-random page (73): A…
I began 2012 feeling out of sorts. We came home from a party in the dark. Left the house for dinner the next day, in the dark. Mostly about why my left ring finger was still naked. Seriously, though. I felt bad that we slept through January 1st. As I sat backwards on the bus on the way the second party of the year, I vowed not to waste another day. By the end of that week, I’d written a…
Wednesday was the start of Edinburgh’s Festival(s) season. Naturally, Sarge and I left town. We loaded my lap up with the box of wedding invitations, balanced my Dad’s birthday present on top of the box and went down-hill to the train station. Narrowly missing the heels of some tourists along the way. Nipping a tourist is 50 points. (Click here for more on what I think of tourist season, and a little more on how I came to be here.)…
