The Uncool Dad reviews his very first Scalextric set with the family
I’m an 80’s baby. Toys were way simpler when I was a nipper. He-Man, Transformers, Centurions, Thundercats, Sega Master System, NES.. that was my time. We even had a Vetrex! What do you know about that?!
Scalextric. State of the art racing simulator of the 80’s and 90’s (next to Road Rash and OutRun). Now that was something that I never actually owned as a child but always wanted. My dad is Asian which meant I got the knock off version from Makro. I don’t hold it against him.. branding didn’t mean sh*t to him.. like I said, he’s Asian. Continue reading “Toy Review: Scalextric Touring Car Battle”
The Uncool Dad shares his piece written for The Families Online website
A few months back, the Families Online website approached me to be a contributor to their blog. I was a bit shocked that anyone would see me fit to write about parenting but I was honored nonetheless! I wasn’t familiar with them at the time but when I realised that they were connected to Emma’s Diary who I was familiar with from attending the Baby Show at the London Olympia, I was all in. Continue reading “The Benefits of Some Time Apart From The Family for The Families Online Website”
The Uncool Dad dresses as Chewbacca and gets ridden by his three-year-old for Halloween
Soho isn’t really the first place that comes to mind when planning taking your children trick or treating. With such a “lively” atmosphere, you wouldn’t be blamed for raising an eyebrow if you saw families doing the rounds with hopes of filling their bags with sugary swag.
But what if I told you that it’s actually quite a common occurrence? What if I told you that in and around the heart of Soho lies a small yet strong community of families that will come together and march the area like a mob of mini-monster-munchkins led by supermum Sandra terrorising shop keepers who dare not provide treats with the trickiest of tricks? Continue reading “Trick or Treating in Soho *Video*”
The Uncool Dad Takes The Missus And Their Youngest For Lunch In Holborn And End Up On The South Bank
Earlier this week, the Missus and I took our youngest son Benjamin to My Old Dutch in Holborn for lunch. I ate too much (honestly, check the size of the pancake, it was called the “My Old Dutch” for anyone that cares) so we decided to go for a “short walk”.
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The Uncool Dad addresses the pressures of being a child
A few weeks ago, the Missus and I were walking past the British Museum on our way home from visiting my parents in Fitzrovia. End of term was fast approaching for the kids and we were having a conversation about what to do with them over the summer holidays. Now being a few weeks back, I can barely remember the full details of the conversation (to be honest, I can barely remember if I had my daily movements this morning let alone a conversation we had four weeks ago) but it was about how other parents at the school make their minions do extra lessons, extra tuition and the mysterious art of Kumon (what the fuck is Kumon?!) outside of the hours that they already put in at school. I don’t know about your minis but after a full day at school, our younglings are cream crackered!
The Uncool Dad’s thoughts on the inevitable and impending conversation with his kids
My eldest son is 12. 13 this year. Next month actually. He’s a handsome chap (despite a terrible hair do) so I regularly take the piss and tease him by asking him about the girlfriend that he doesn’t have (supposedly), much to the dismay of my sister and the missus who think I’m going to give him a complex. It’s just a bit of banter. But he’s a cheeky bugger so I let him have it.
After putting it on him for a bit, he’ll usually try to shift the heat onto his sister by bringing up a boy in her class. But Daddy knows all about him.. Continue reading “Having “The Talk” with your kids”
Caution: Cheesey 80’s Music Reference Points Ahead..
Despite having this blog up for only a little while, I’ve stepped away and came back to it a few times already. ‘Time After Time’, I’d come back to writing and would feel ‘Under Pressure’, especially after reading other people’s blogs to create a decent logo to slap across the top of my one’s forehead.
A lifetime ago at the tender age of three, my parents used to own a greasy spoon cafe where I would stand on tables and sing “Bad” by Michael Jackson. Kick, point and d*ck grab included. I have no recollection of this although my Dad will religiously tell the story to anyone that will listen. “Every Breath You Take’ doesn’t have to be to bust my balls, Dad 🙈😂 Maybe it’s ‘The Power Of Love’ that makes him want to talk about me regardless of if he’s embarrassing the crap out of me.
Rewind to two week ago when I was arsing about on Instagram ‘All Night Long’ when an image of the “Bad” album cover popped up and instantly something clicked. Michael Jackson Bad.. The Uncool Dad.. hmmm. Continue reading “I Went Back To The 80’s For A New Blog Logo!”
The Uncool Dad and family hit up Northala Fields for some Hill-Fili time
A couple of weeks ago I went to visit my older two kids. As you might have guessed, they don’t live with me and due to ‘logistical difficulties’, I haven’t been able to see them much recently. Flanked by the Missus, our youngest little panda and my sister (our pilot for the day), we took them out to IKEA in Wembley for some meatballs (not the best meatballs but the kids love them).
Being an on the fly visit, I hadn’t planned what we were going to do after we had gotten our munch on. My sis recalled all of the times we had driven past Hangar Lane, seen a bunch of tall hills and been like “WTF IS THAT?!”
HILL-FILI TIME, THAT’S WHAT!
There’s bloggers that win awards – they’re consistent in what they do, they slog it out and constantly grind to put the best into their blogs/vlogs. These guys post two to four times a week, they’re always up to date with the latest in parenting trends and happenings. Some of them even get paid for it!
And then there’s writers like myself. So self-conscious about what to share that I end up over-sharing at times if not at all, fussing too much about quality over quantity that I end up not writing for almost two months (ok to be fair, I’ve been frickin’ busy with fundraising with the Missus for charity and helping her organise her brand Three Little Pandas’ first birthday party whilst cramming in end of tax year admin and.. well, you know.. working and keeping the kids alive and shit). In the time since my last post, I was also pretty ill before we travelled abroad (and lo and behold, I’m ill again since we got back). Trying to write when you’re ill is an absolute bitch. The long and short of it is that I don’t deserve an award of any type for writing by my standards.
Anyway, I’ve won a fucking award!!! Continue reading “Mystery Blogger Award”