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41/365 Holding hands during a 6D experience

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That’s Boy Three and I holding hands like fury during the 6D Experience motion thrill ride. It might have looked like we were strapped into large plastic chairs in the middle of a self-important shopping centre, but really we were chasing the bad guys through a game reserve. Actually, it’s easy to be sniffy about it […]

Gazza and me, there’s nothing in the stars

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It’s pitiful, isn’t it? That footage of former footballing hero, and now washed-up drunk, Paul Gascoigne shaking and swearing his way through a pubic appearance.Above the shocked gasps the sound of a wagon accelerating rapidly away could clearly be heard. Gazza’s on the pop again.So what? Another fallen star who can’t seem to say no to […]

38/365 As green as a kiwi

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Now, thanks to Boy Three, we have kiwis and no  one particularly interested in eating them. Funny, surprising things kiwis. I’m often struck by how hairy and testicle-like (testicular?) they look, then they are always greener than I anticipated and, finally, they taste better than I remembered. 

Forget the terrible twos, the threes are far worse…

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Boy with a super plunger, of course  “It’s Thursday, so you go to nursery,” I answered Boy Three’s question about what kind of day it was.  “Noooo,” he bellowed. “Not Thursday. No.” “But there’s a Thursday every week.” “Waaaaaah. Noooo,” and he collapsed into loud sobbing.  After a while he controlled himself and hiccoughed: “I […]

Review: Scooby-Doo Hide and Seek

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  It was once put to me that every boys’ game is a variation on hide and seek – from peepo to more extreme adventure games.  It certainly is a game that doesn’t lose it’s appeal, however badly it’s played.  Boy Three’s version consists of hiding in the same place each time, giggling loudly and […]