Blimey. Has it been that long?

All tuckered out I guess after my mate did for himself. Not that I was psyched in any way, just knackered from all the input/output.

Happened to read a thing about Stephen Fry today, about how he tried suicide (again) last year. He said, “There is no ‘why’, it’s not the right question. There’s no reason. If there were a reason for it, you could reason someone out of it, and you could tell them why they shouldn’t take their own life.”

Which is what I said.

So… that’s that sorted. Now I’d better write something useful.

Eeeurgh

I’ve just about had it up to here (stands up and indicates philtrum) with Sun bloody Gazing on Facebook. People: if you must ‘share’ this tweedly bollocks, can you please find some way of filtering me out? Thanks.

Hey All You Moms Out There!

Next: Luvy-Wuvy mums and dads (Am. moms and pops). Just been ‘Faced’ with a link to some bloody white middle class bum-wipe tosh, blaa-blaaing on about How to Make Kumquat Lollypops, How to Spend a Vegetarian Snorkelling Holiday in Chesapeake Bay Without the Kids, How to Make Customised Teabags and a DIY Valentine Toddler Top (these last two are real).

The ONE thing I (we) figured out when having a child is that, “That’s it, you’re on your own – no advice is good advice.” However, I would just add one smidgeon of a crumb of the eeniest-weeniest iddle-widdle bit of advice-ette…

• As soon as you are brave enough, put them in their own bed.
• As soon as you are brave enough, put them in their own room.
• As soon as you are brave enough, put them on their own floor.

That’s it: Bob’s Incredibly Effective Guide to Mother/Fatherhood.

The rest is twaddle.

What else?

Nope, that’s it for now. Just a promise to write more, more – especially since I’ve been haranguing the missus again about how she should be blogging to the world, what with her being brilliant and clever and all.

Toodle pip.