Blue Badge Dinosaur

ToiletI know I’m going to get slated for saying this, but sometimes I use the disabled toilets, despite not being registered as disabled. I even have a Radar key (which like midget porn and Thai brides, can be bought on the internet) so that I can use those toilets reserved for those privileged, less able-bodied individuals. The reason for pretending to be disabled when I need a poo is very simple. continue reading

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