Remember when I ranted about how much I dislike the horsey set? And here when I complained about the unstoppable and all pervasive Hannah Montana merchandising machine and it’s effect on my daughter?
Well look what I just went out and spent thirty quid on:
Thirty quid! For a couple of pieces of badly sculpted plastic!! [...] Read more »
Remember me posting this a couple of weeks ago?:
If you ask Amy what she wants to be when she grows up she’ll give you one of two answers – either “a famous pop star” or “a horse riding teacher”. It’s very hard not to take these responses as a indication that I’ve [...] Read more »
If you ask Amy what she wants to be when she grows up she’ll give you one of two answers – either “a famous pop star” or “a horse riding teacher”.
It’s very hard not to take these responses as a indication that I’ve failed as a father. I’ve already blogged at length about my [...] Read more »