Posts Tagged“parents”

Are you chopped liver? A redundant parent?

are you chopped liver? a redundant parent?

When you become a parent you become chopped liver, redundant, pointless. You no longer mean anything… …to your own parents. Let me explain. Or let me put something to you. If you’re lucky enough to have parents that are alive, and you have kids, ask your mum or dad this question: If me and the kids were in a burning building, and you could only rescue the kids or me, who would it be? In essence, in a nutshell, in brief, in outline, to sum up… I put it to you that their answer would be, “the children”. Regretfully, you’re…

Is live streaming a birth on Facebook oversharing?

Now there’s sharing, and there’s over-sharing. Did you hear the one about the man who live streamed his child’s birth on Facebook? Now I know there are some people who’ll do anything for their 10 minutes of fame and I’m sure we blogging types are guilty of a little oversharing at times, but did this guy go too far? Fakamalo Kilhe Eiki obviously has a very understanding wife, because I don’t know of anyone who’d ever agree to this, no matter what his point was. And he had one. As the backlash hit, Eiki defended his decision by questioning others…

Put it away for Mothers Day

Imagine someone who’d go out with their nearest and dearest, loved ones, friends and family, and then get their phone out and spend that precious time checking Facebook? Difficult isn’t it? WHO WOULD BE SO INCONSIDERATE? I mean, what’s so effing important that you’d not be able to keep your effing phone in your effing pocket for the duration of a meal? This week I found out that Beefeater are bringing in a ‘No Phone Zone’ in their restaurants for Mother’s Day, in response to research that states ‘constantly checking phones at the table’ is the number one behaviour that can…

In At The Deep End

As regular readers might know, I’m on a health kick because I’m terrified of dying at the age of 63, like most of my family. This being the case I’ve decided to take on another form of exercise, a sporting activity unusual to me. I’ve decided to learn to swim. Now, before you all stand up and shout ‘WHAT? YOU CAN’T SWIM?’ let me explain how and why I can’t. There are good reasons. Mum could swim. Like a fish. Sadly that wasn’t the only ichthyic quality she possessed as she could drink like one too, but I digress. Mum…