It’s Mental Health Awareness Week, so I’ll be honest: I’ve had it up to here with this m************ lockdown
“ARE YOU OK? Are you all well?”
Have you noticed that, since the start of lockdown, people are asking questions like that and sounding as if they actually mean them, for once?
It’s one of the nicer aspects of being in the middle of a global pandemic – a sense that the person asking actually cares how you are, and isn’t just doing it out of politeness.
I reckon this comes from a tacit acceptance that we’re all vulnerable at the moment – so it’s all right to admit to a certain weakness.
Which is not the worst way to be in Mental Health Awareness Week.
But even now, when someone asks if I’m OK, I’m not laying my entire soul on the line.
I might say something guardedly revealing of certain susceptibilities – and then slap back on the stiff upper lip and add: “Of course we’re coping better than expected.”
So it’s not exactly full disclosure – but this is: today I feel pretty fucking far from OK.
Continue reading “I’m Pretty Fucking Far From OK”
Coronavirus is making us strangely productive – the allotment has never looked so good, we’re righting decades-old wrongs and… bleaching carrier bags
“Someone’s got too much time on their hands” Image: mrshit50s
Conventional wisdom says that it’s The Devil who makes work for idle hands to do.
But, if our family is anything to go by, the lockdown has actually unleashed the work ethic and creative juices that lurk – if you look hard enough – in the breast of every right-thinking Brit.
We’re still working from home but – as we don’t have to spend time on commuting, make-up or dressing properly – we have become wildly productive in some unexpected areas.
Continue reading “Lockdown = Getting Weird Shit Done”
It isn’t just Covid-19 that’s catching in lockdown London
Original Images: Vektor Kunst and Clker Free Images/Pixabay
BACK WHEN the Coronavirus was just getting warmed up, I woke for a few days in a row with some worrying symptoms.
My throat was tender, my body was hot and sore, and I had a blinding headache.
I started to tell my wife, already imagining being isolated in the top room.
I pictured myself sweating and moaning on the lumpy sofa bed, constant bloody Netflix, meals left outside on trays…
Which was when I remembered the five beers I’d had the night before and realised that I didn’t have Coronavirus: it was just a hangover.
“You’ve got the Beer-o-Virus,” my Better Half declared.
Continue reading “How I Gave My Kids The Beer-o-Virus”
I didn’t feel safe with my parents – so I bonded with books instead
I’VE BEEN THINKING about books a lot lately.
It started when my fellow blogger
FracturedFaith put out a post asking: “Are You A Book Addict?”
Hmmn. Sounds like me….
Then, there was a psychology podcast* on
Attachment Theory, which discussed how we can form emotional connections to objects when we don’t bond well with our parents .
I’ve seen this in action myself: a boy with special needs that I once taught began an obsession with washing machines, of all things, right after his Dad walked out.
But the pod also explained that many ‘normal’ people also bond with gadgets like mobile phones, because they make them feel safe and in control.
And then it dawned on me why I’ve never been able to live without books.
Continue reading “The Book Bonder”
If rock ‘n’ roll’s never gonna die, it’s my kids who’ll be keeping it alive…
Original images: Pete Linforth and Clker-Free-Vector-Images/pixabay.
“Oh no!” I said, sitting in bed, reading the news. “Neil Peart died.”
“What?” said the Missus.
“Neil Peart died. He was the drummer in Rush.”
“Tchah!” she said. “When you went ‘Oh no!’ like that, I thought it was something
“My life hasn’t been affected in any way by Rush. I couldn’t name a
single Rush song.”
Two thoughts occurred to me at this point: No. 1 was that this was probably an inadequate epitaph for Peart – a clever, kind man once voted
Rolling Stone’s 4 th best drummer of all time.
No. 2 was: will Heavy Metal
ever get the respect it deserves? Continue reading “Heavy Metal, Top Of The Class!”
It took a long time to raise an athlete, but I got there in the end…
THERE’S A VIDEO from the weekend that I can’t stop looking at – because it shows the fulfilment of a 19-year dream.
It shows the moment my son became… a Player. In the clip, his blue-shirted figure piles into a rugby ruck and bumps the opposition off the ball. Seconds later, his team-mates pick it up and drive over the line for a try. There’s commentary on the clip, too. Very poor, shouted commentary, which is not impartial or informed in the slightest. In it, I am roaring: ‘Up again (Name Withheld)! Up again! “Yes, drive it! YES!!!!” There follows a cry of almost orgasmic satisfaction from behind the camera. I very much doubt that I have bellowed louder, or with greater joy – maybe not even at the very moment in late 2002 that his Mum and I created little Name Withheld. Continue reading “Building A Sporting Dynasty – Eventually”
Over a third of new Dads are worried about their mental health? Mate, I’ve been there…
MY KIDS made me happy yesterday.
I had lunch with my daughter, just before she went off to University to pick her Year One modules, and we talked excitedly about her future plans In the evening, I watched my son at rugby training and felt myself filling up with pride as I saw how quickly he’s learning the game. But it wasn’t always like that. My wife and I are now almost – almost – at the fabled point in our kids’ lives where they stop being children, as such, and become more like engaging young friends. Like it said they would in the parenting books. But getting to this stage has cost me a hell of a lot. I don’t think it’s being too fanciful to say that – at various points – being a Dad cost me my job, my money, my friends, my self-respect, and my sanity. And, sadly, today’s Baby Daddies don’t seem to be having it any easier than I did, almost two decades ago. Continue reading “The Most Loneliest Days Of My Life”
Why won’t my kids read the amazing books I recommend?
THE HOLIDAYS – peak time for reading.
I’m about a quarter way through The Enchantment Of Lily Dahl – an old paperback by Siri Hustvedt that I saved from the bin at the charity bookshop where I volunteer. Before that, I took ten days to crack through Conspiracy, the last (so far) of S J Parris’ Elizabethan-era detective novels. Prior to those, I demolished Michael Palin’s Erebus and the latest of Ian Rankin’s series featuring the seemingly immortal John Rebus, In A House Of Lies. I bought both of the latter books in desperation at Luton Airport ( Ooh-Eee-Ooh!), feeling twitchy about the books that I’d already packed; dreadfully naked and vulnerable without a satisfactory supply of words to burn through. My wife has also been cracking on. She’s normally too tired and busy to read at anything but a snail’s pace, but she read a book a week lying by the pool, which for her is pure Linford Christie. Continue reading “Netfix Versus The Book Junkie”
I’ve been feeling quite alone of late. But maybe I’m just feeling more free?
Image: F. Muhammad/pixabay
THERE ARE FOUR people living in our house still, but it’s starting to feel like an empty nest.
After my wife leaves for work around 8am, I sit alone in the top room writing and often don’t see anyone for hours at a time. My son is, theoretically, present but – blessed with epic Summer Holidays after finishing his GCSEs in June – has done what most teens would, and turned almost completely nocturnal. His sister, meanwhile, is finally about to start University, after a Gap Year working 9-5 in an office out west. As a family, we are poised for change.
No-one is actually leaving the house but, by Christmas, the kids will be deep into their A-Levels and degrees, having taken another step up in maturity and a step further away from us.
And like British shipyards, steel works, coalfields, my House Dad business (Est. 2002) will feel closer than ever to locking its doors for the final time. Continue reading “Loneliness And The Middle Aged House Husband”
Disastrous news for parents! A British teenager has won $1 million just for playing Fortnite – and proved that we’re too middle aged to know what’s best for our children
EVER HAD a row with your kids about computer games?
Ever thrown an X-Box out of the window or taken a hammer to a screen? Ever put a games console in Time Out until they’ve done their homework? If you have, it now seems that you were right Out Of Order…
This weekend’s news that a teenaged boy who played Fortnite for eight hours a day has become an overnight millionaire at an esports tournament has dealt a death blow to Parent Power across the nation.
Jaden Ashman, 15, not only took home $1.1 million from the Fortnite Word Cup in New York, but he managed to shut his mother up, too. Continue reading “The Kids Were All Right”