My mother is livid. “YOU DON’T NEED A KING SIZE BED,” she thunders. “NO ONE NEEDS A KING SIZED BED!” I calmly point out, quite tactfully I think, that king sized beds might have been considered wildly hedonistic luxuries back in the 1970s, the sort of thing that Rod Stewart might have had in his gold penthouse,…
Month: January 2017
Twenty Questions I Have Asked Myself Whilst Watching Kids’ TV
Children’s television. Not a day goes past when I don’t wonder whether I have ruined my beloved child for life by plonking him in front of In The Night Garden at ten weeks old in a futile attempt to persuade him that going to beddy-bye-byes before 11pm was a really good idea. Let’s just say…
Dear Men of Instagram: NO
I thought I had seen it all. I thought I had endured the worst that the dating world had to offer. I’d been on every dating website going. I speed dated, I met people through MySpace (remember MySpace!). Hell, I even went to one of those hideous “lock and key” parties that were all the…