Tag Archives: Dadlife

5 things every Stay-at-home-dad is sick of hearing…

As a SAHD, I’m beginning to feel like a Betamax owner in a VHS world – ask your mum. To be fair, I do try to be quite ‘zen’ about the stupidity I encounter daily from members of the public. But there’s only so much idiocy one man can take…

What the dad bod is a sign of – and why we should celebrate it

Developing a Dad Bod is a physical sign of the sacrifices dads make – it shows the devotion fathers up and down the country have to their children. It’s as simple as that.

Specs, Hugs And Bacon Rolls: The Anatomy Of A Dad’s Birthday

Suddenly the lights go out, causing a frisson of excitement to run through the air and down your spine. Next, by pure magic, a flame flickers into existence. This spark warmly illuminates the faces of a gaggle of friends and family, whose grins are only bettered by your own. Then, just as suddenly, the drone of ’Happy Birthday to you…” begins, but nobody cares about the singing. Why? Because we’re all imagining how good the cake will taste.

How come fashionable parents look so cool?

Here’s a piece I wrote for Eastern Daily Press about my frustration with ‘Fashionable’ parents… How on earth do Fashionable Parents look so ‘together’? It really isn’t fair, especially when the rest of us look like we got dressed blindfolded… in a jumble sale. For a bet… Let me explain. These days I’m a Stumbler.Continue reading “How come fashionable parents look so cool?”

Eastern Daily Press: Father’s Day Column

As Father’s Day arrives, too many of us are worrying about the superficial: “What can I buy for the man who has everything?” Let’s face it, it’s usually socks. Such clutter is placed in ‘that’ drawer with a multitude of similar gifts from down the years.
Instead of token items for dad, wouldn’t it be great if this year we could talk more openly about the role of fathers within our society?
The day of the distant dad has passed – so let’s celebrate the 21st century father.

The Scotsman: Fatherhood

“Wait until your father gets home!”
That’s what they used to say, wasn’t it? Except in my house it was always wait until ‘your dad’ gets home – ‘father’ was a word more associated, to my young mind, with priests and Star Wars baddies.