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…

Camp Bestival 2016: Review

It’s pretty rare these days that I find myself dressed in a wig, watching a load of children I don’t even own doing Bhangra on a giant stage which looks like a pirate ship, but if you’re down for that sort of thing you should totally have been at Camp Bestival last weekend. Those kids had…

World’s Greatest: Fancy Dress.

“YESS – I WANT TO BE A BENDER! I WANT TO BE A PINK… SPARKLY… BENDER!!!” So yelled my son, standing in the middle of the discount section of Hobbycraft this week at the top of his oddly high pitched voice. We’re off to Camp Bestival tomorrow, and have reached the final stage of creating…

The Space Race

Fancy dress, shouting, inadvertent hate-crimes: all in a week’s parenting, right?

Husbands: And other idiots…

My husband has gone away to outer (Uncle) Bulgaria this week on a helmet wearing beer-idiot adventure, or as he calls it: a “snowboarding holiday”. Actual ratio of time in the bar to time on the mountains is expected to be approximately 10:0, ten also being the number of Jaegerbombs they are expected to pour…