Just the other day while indulging in a little gentle subediting at at the Newspaper I Occasionally Visit the chap sitting next to me apologised. And it wasn’t the first time either. He was saying sorry for swearing within range of my delicate female ears. For him it was a kind of reflex – you […]
FFS, this is not a matter for LMFAO
Cursing Stone, Carlisle Ten-year-old son has just proudly announced he has downloaded a new album. Oh yes? It’s by LMFAO. LMFAO? He flatly denied any understanding of what it might stand for. The band claim it is Loving My Friends And Others. Yeah right. And that song was about John Lennon’s son’s nursery friend. I […]
Swearing: Is it time for a new taboo?
Two things have shocked me in the past couple of days. Not in a rattled-to-the-core-Kerry-Katona-did-what kind of way, but shocked nonetheless. The first was at the park with the kids. A wee boy – probably about four – was exclaiming about how much fun he’d had on the zipslide. The lad said: “Oh my god, […]
The future in fridge magnets and other lessons
Things I’ve learned from my children today. The aftermath of a party will shock me, but leave me ever so slightly proud. Boy Two held his eight birthday sleepover cinema party last night. The very brave Panther of News took four very excited and e-number-fueled little boys to see Nanny McPhee and the Successful Formula. […]
Curiosity, swearing and the facts of life
Things I’ve learned from my children today. I must keep reminding myself that curiosity is a sign of intelligence. Boy Three has recently got mobile and it’s making him very happy. He’s able to grab hold of all those fascinating things he could only squeal at last week. Lately he has had to be separated […]