Category Archives: weblog

Accidentally Eastenders

Anne: Xavvi and I were playing today. Me: Mm-hmm (in the way that one who isn’t really paying that much attention mm-hmms). Anne: He was the King, and I was his bird. Me: I’m sorry, what?! … Did he tell you that? (He’s Polish, so that would be weird.) Anne: No, I told him. I […]

Is being a realist these days the same as being out of touch?

Just taking a break from not having the time to post for this: Not in the history of American politics has a president, or even candidate, differed so sharply from his supporters as Donald Trump. Millions of ordinary Americans, most concentrated in rural areas, increasingly resentful of the “elites” in the media, the government and […]

£2.50 per session

Anne does martial arts twice a week not too far from home. I take Eliza along. I also take a snack and stuff for Eliza to eat / do so she doesn’t: 1) get on the mat and try to join in; and 2) throw a tantrum because 1) isn’t happening. Today, while Eliza was […]

Honorary Singaporean

Anne’s best mate is over after school. They’re having a snack, and I ask what they want to do after they eat it. “Eat some more snacks,” I’m cheerfully told. Someone get that girl a Singapore passport and a map of all the hawker centres.

What a job

I honestly do not understand how someone who has stoked and revelled in division can speak now of healing divisions, asking people who have been stirred into hating and demonising one another to now work together. Trump was not elected on a platform of decency, fairness, moderation, compromise, and the rule of law; he was […]

Back then, my bonus depended on this

Not since 2008 have I been this obsessed with the actual day of the US Presidential election. I’m knackered with a dilly-dallying four-year old and a one-year old who’s been waking near hourly for the past week with teething issues, a cold, and what seems likely to be a growth spurt, but after the shock […]

I’m here all night

Currently sitting up in bed with this little girl sleeping on me like a baby monkey, because she has a bad cold and can’t get to sleep any other way.

What happens when you are incapable of not talking

Anne’s experiencing her second week of school, and she has now made friends (“On the pirate ship!” Oh, if only my primary school had one of those) with twin boys who — while not in her actual class at school — happen to be in the same after-school swim class. Their mum said that they […]

White hair had better become really trendy, fast

I swear, these little fuckers shitebags people are trying to drive me insane. The only things they both like are fries / chips and chicken nuggets, everything is is literally love-hate, i.e. one loves and the other hates.