It’s Not My Fault Your Child’s a Wimp

Write for Ninja HedgehogMy child is 3. He is my son (not my dear son (“ds”) as I have heard no one refer to their child as ever in real life but seems to be the common abbreviation for nob heads on all parenting forums). He is the light of my life, the reason I breathe but also the reason I regularly lose my shit. continue reading

Move It or Lose It

Stair TwatYou finish work at 5pm on a Friday afternoon. You’ve been lucky enough to manage your day so that as soon as this magical time arrives, you can simply get up and leave work. It’s Saturday tomorrow, but in your mind it’s already the weekend. Nothing or no one is going to stop you from enjoying this weekend, right from 5pm. continue reading

Taxi Driver: What Gets on My Tits

Write for Ninja HedgehogThis post contains rude words!

First of all, let me say thank you to Ninja Hedgehog for letting me post my first literary essay/rant. I’m a taxi driver: I’ll tell you what it’s really like and what gets on my tits. There are a few good things about my job, but you don’t want to hear about that, that’s far too boring. continue reading