This is brilliant.
(that is a hyperlink)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
I am dysoning.
Mick appears at the door, he is really excited. His eyes are wide and he has an enormous grin on his face and his toungue is hanging out.
"Do you know Dad?" he shouts.
I switch off the dyson.
"Do you know Dad?" he shouts again.
"What Mick?" I say.
"The paddling pool is actually a toilet."
"Did you wee in the paddling pool?" I say, but he has legged it off.
I consider the possibility that he has legged it off in order to take a shit in the paddling pool.
I switch on the dyson.
I continue to dyson.
Posted by David Trent at 5:30 pm
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
It is Elly's birthday next Tuesday. She will be seven.
"Have you thought about any presents?" I say.
"Hee Hee. Yes." she says.
"What do you want?"
"Ummm, a CD please."
"A music CD?"
I am really pissed off. I don't want to have to buy a flipping music cd.
"Alright then, by who?"
I run to the computer and order every Pavement album on CD.
Posted by David Trent at 6:17 am
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
"Is that Piers Morgan? No, hang on, Alistair Campbell? No, no, not him, it's the Tory guy, what's the Tory guy's name? David, David are you listening to me, God, you're worse than Mick you are, hang on, are you blogging this?"
My wife is an observational genius.
Posted by David Trent at 9:07 pm
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Posted by David Trent at 10:54 pm