What would Beyonce do?

You can’t go far wrong in life if you live by the motto ‘what would Beyonce do’ but seeing as I lack my own collection of glittering thigh high boots and couture leotards at the moment, and Lee almost certainly doesn’t know all the words to Big Pimpin’ (poor life choices), we decided not to…

Parent Races

Last week my children took part in the local village school ‘Cluster’ Fun Run. The ‘cluster’ in question referred to the group of four local village primary schools which took part, although it did mean that for weeks prior I read ‘cluster fun run’ in my calendar as ‘cluster fuck fun’. As it turns out…

Camp Bestival 2017

It’s been a while, but I feel duty bound to report on our annual trip to Camp Bestival, which this year was brought to you by 40mph winds and lashings and lashings of pissing rain. That’s right. The weather could only have been worse if it had literally snowed knives, so pretty different to the…

The makings of a reluctant runner

How do you get from nowhere to being a half marathon smashing dickhead? A bit like this, since you ask… Age 12, cross country running on Wednesday afternoons at school…  Be sure to go to a school on top of a barren, windswept Derbyshire hill where the ‘cross country’ route actually feels like you are…

When you’ve not been out in WAY TOO LONG…

What’s the point of having children at all if you can’t run away and leave them for a spa day with your mates and a civilised night out once every eight years or so eh? Or failing that, a spa day and the cocktail equivalent of a high speed train crash in Nottingham city centre with your…