10 Years, 1 Month & 5 Days into Daddyhood

When Life of Brian came out in 1979, I was only 7. A little too young to appreciate its complexities – or be parentally permitted to experience its rudery. I have trouble remembering the details of my childhood, particularly the early years, but I think I first saw the film a couple of years later, when it came out on video. It wasn’t my favourite bit of Python at the time – that accolade was given to Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Around that time, I enjoyed this, Brian and other Pythony stuff, largely for its silliness – I didn’t then see Brian again for many years… until…

I have just watched it with my 10 year old daughter for the first time! Twice! So far! I can’t remember what incited us to explore such things, but we watched a few Flying Circus clips together on YouTube, then my partner bought me the DVD of Life of Brian for my 46th birthday (which hasn’t, at the time of writing, actually happened yet, but like the Queen of England (although not really), I decided to celebrate this particular ‘milestone’ two weeks early)… And my daughter has been greatly enjoying all things Pythony henceforth! Including, I must mention, an actual documentary – the likes of which, I have to say, you can only properly enjoy if you are an actual proper fan. I have been most pleased with my daughter’s newfound status as ‘Monty Python Fan’ – but just to check the veracity of this, I recently tested her commitment to the cause by asking if Life of Brian (in particular) and Monty Python (generally) are funnier than a ‘comedy’ programme she had been watching on Disney channel. She replied that yes, Python was funnier, and said program wasn’t really a comedy. Hooray!


The documentary I referred to above is the following…

Monty Python: Almost The Truth – The Lawyer’s Cut (2009)

… which I have downloaded from Sky Arts, and which my daughter and I are currently five out of six episodes through. In the fifth episode, which is primarily about Life of Brian, reference is made to the televised debate between Cleese, Palin, Malcolm Muggeridge and Mervyn Stockwood (the then Bishop of Southwark), presented by Tim Rice on an edition of Friday Night, Saturday Morning in 1979 – thus:

Pt1: https://youtu.be/1ni559bHXDg

Pt2: https://youtu.be/Ku3GcPrW9xg 

Pt3: https://youtu.be/SGI9UevrzGc 

Pt4: https://youtu.be/NXmJHlqMvvE 

I have, at time of writing, just finished watching the entirety of this debate, which I would highly recommend to any Python fans and fans of free speech and intelligent debate – the ‘free speech and intelligence debate’ part being provided, incidentally, almost entirely by Cleese and Palin, and occasionally Tim Rice, when any of the above could get a word in.

All of the above serves to demonstrate, in my most humblest of opinions, the lasting relevance of a film like Life of Brian, and its ability to get across the message that we should not follow anyone blindly and we should question any and all ‘received wisdom’ that comes our way.

It’s bloody funny, too!

Now to indoctrinate my daughter into more Pythoniness…




9 Years, 8 Months, 4 Weeks & 1 Day into Daddyhood




N.E.R.D: “Lapdance”

Arctic Monkeys: “I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor.”

Janelle Monáe: “Make Me Feel” – very like Prince: “Kiss.”

What was the song before Friendly Fires: “Love Like Waves” at 1140ish on Radio 1? Tweeted 13.4.18_1730h!

And at 1535h… Puddletown!



“LogCheese,” said T.

Stuck on 37! (in the four 4s challenge)


“Nose cloths” (said T)… etc.

Mummy said (randomly), “Stop the horses!” – then two horse transportation vehicles appeared! It’s a sign! Also… “Hay Straw” or “Straw Hay” – it’s a sign!

(PS. What is the difference between straw & hay…?)


Franz Ferdinand: “Take Me Out.”

Adamski/Seal: “Killer.”


1155h… Affpuddle!



I don’t like using dishwashers.

Four 4s challenge: got 37 + 38 last night… now stuck on 39!

For some reason this song came into my head: Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five: “White Lines.”

Playing air hockey with Uncle Colin is lethal!



On the junction heading to Puddletown… there was a big puddle!

Clara Amfo plays girly songs.

1053h… Eype!

I can’t decide who’s “music” I dislike more: Sean Paul or Drake.



Four 4s challenge: 39 + 40! 41 pending… (My dad got 71!)

Thinking about negative powers:

2^-1 = 1/2

2^-2 = 1/4

2^-3 = 1/8

2^-4 = 1/16

… etc.

Mid-pm: watching 80s Family Fortunes on ‘Challenge’ – the hair, the jumpers, the moustaches! And Les Dennis…

The beginning of ‘Larry and Mick go to Puddletown.’

‘Mr and Mrs Nose’ by T.

‘Oscar the Obvious Octopus’ – a family collaboration!



A proper sunny beach day! 😃

On way to Devon Cliffs entertainment: text… nails… banana… hand cream.



Need CDs of lively music for car journeys!: Chemical Brothers, Arctic Monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, The Killers…

(1D: “Drag Me Down.”)

… Dandy Warhols, Muse, SL2, The Streets…

… etc.

Shawn Mendes’ “In My Blood” is an anthem for anxiety etc… (https://genius.com/Shawn-mendes-in-my-blood-lyrics)

Other songs…

Isaac Gracie: “Last Words.”

Alice Merton: “No Roots.”

George Ezra: “Paradise.”

Wolf Alice: “Bros.”

And finally…

‘Vicars in knickers with stickers’

9 Years, 8 Months, 2 Weeks & 5 Days into Daddyhood

– so sayeth my daughter, in relation to playing The Sims 3! Which, is turns out, is a pretty good way of teaching her about, in the case of her particular sim, the joys and trials of single motherhood. She (her sim) is always tired, always smelly, always hungry, never gets time for herself and you can forget about friends and hobbies. She (my daughter and her sim) does, however, experience little moments of joy (engaging her cute little toddler sim daughter in games of run-and-catch, etc), which make it all worthwhile… 😌

9 Years, 6 Months, 2 Weeks & 5 Days into Daddyhood

I sometimes find myself thinking (overthinking) about the meaning and practicalities of things that are sung about. For example, in this song that my daughter has been listening to/singing quite a bit recently…


Bruno Mars: Count on Me

… there is a lyric that goes like…

“If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I’ll sail the world to find you.”

– which is all very lovely, but would you really? I mean, it wouldn’t be very practical, would it, to actually get in a boat and start sailing? Call the appropriate emergency service(s), yes, and assist them all you could, but actually “sailing the world” just doesn’t make sense.

As I said, overthinking… 😳

9 Years, 6 Months, 1 Week & 2 Days into Daddyhood

Every so often I think about writing a blog post about how I don’t contribute to this blog so much these days. And then I think…

What’s the point in writing if all you have to write about is your lack of writing?

And then I thought…

Maybe I need to just write about lack of writing and get it out of the way, in a cathartic kind of way.

So here it is.

And I suppose what it is these days, is I focus more on living parenting rather than writing about it.

That’s pretty much it.

8 Years, 5 Months & 3 Weeks into Daddyhood

Following ‘The Real-ness of Santa’

I think it is possible that I now feel more sad about the loss of Santa than my daughter. I’ve been looking at some of my old blog entries (was it really 16 months between the latest entry and the one before?) – and I am reminded that, even before Talise was born, my hopes, in part, for becoming a parent were for it to rejuvenate feelings of mystery and magic. Santa (or at least my daughter’s belief in Santa) accomplished this. And his elves and reindeer, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and other such things. All of these things are now on the path to drifting out of the sphere of belief. So now what?

8 Years, 5 Months, 2 Weeks & 6 days into Daddyhood

After repeated pertinent questions pertaining thereto, Mummy and I reluctantly bit the festive bullet yesterday and broke the news about Santa. I followed up with this letter, hoping to explain things further:

‘Dear Talise,

You’re such a beautiful, special girl, who Mummy and Daddy love so much, that we had to think really hard to answer your question about whether Santa is real. The truth is that he does exist, but not in the way you first thought.

As you get older, you realise that the truth is complicated, about all sorts of things, so your parents and teachers have to think of better answers to questions like…

“How did the Universe begin?”

“How are babies made?”


“Is Santa real?”

The truth will never stop getting complicated, even when you are all grown up (especially when you are all grown up!), and we hope you will never stop asking difficult questions!

But back to Santa…

It is true that Mummy and Daddy spent hours thinking about what presents to buy you, bought you them, wrapped them and put them under the tree, along with those bought for you by all the other people who love you. We do this for you, as our parents did for us, and as their parents did for them, as their parents did for them, etc, etc, etc.

I imagine you will some day do this for your children, and I know you will love seeing them wake up too early (😜) on Christmas morning, run into the living room and sit eagerly by the tree, their small faces lit with Christmas lights.

And on this special day, and at this special time of the year, you will be their Santa.

As your Mummy and Daddy have been and will always be your Santa, and as our parents were our Santa, and so on and so on.

Because Santa is something so much more special than what you first thought. He is not a bearded, “chunky” man, who rides a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer, delivering presents to children on Christmas Eve… He is all the parents, all over the world and for all time, who love their children and want with all their hearts to give their children a beautiful, joyful and magical Christmas.

Santa is bigger than any one person, and his work has gone on longer than any of us have lived. He teaches us (children and grown-ups) how to believe in something we can’t see or touch. As you grow up, Talise, there will always be things you need to believe in – yourself, your friends, your talents, your family… and love ❤️. Santa – all the Santas in the world, for all time – has helped to give you that ability to believe.

And now, as you grow up and eventually become Santa to your own children and everyone you love and come to love… Mummy and Daddy wish you happiness, love and a wonderful, never-ending curiosity to seek answers to the BIG QUESTIONS.

Merry Christmas, beautiful girl.

Now and forever.

Oodles and oodles of love…

From your real Santas…

Mummy & Daddy

The above was inspired by this:

The Sweetest Way to Tell Your Kids the Truth About Santa

See also…

The Real-ness of Santa pt2

7 Years, 1 Month & 2 Weeks into Daddyhood

More! Herewith…


7 Years, 1 Month & 1 Week into Daddyhood

Following my latest entry…


… and inspired by this six year old blog post…


… my daughter was inspired to create these ‘nature mandalas’:

… and I to create this little bead mandala:

… and T’s more wild and free version:

Thank you once again, Amy-Lynn/flandrumhill, for your inspiration! 😊

7 Years, 1 Month & 4 Days into Daddyhood

My daughter has recently been ‘compelled’ to create what she calls ‘nests’ –

nest 1 – 30th May 2015

nest 2 – 28th July 2015

… which is quite a Zen-like, paganly spiritual activity in itself.

But then only yesterday someone commented on a six-year-old blog post I was following, in which the  author describes creating nature mandalas –


I have been thinking a lot about the number 42, bees and hexagons.

It all seems significant…

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