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 interviews Jack “FuzzyBadFeet” Brint about sneakers and fatherhood
Online sneaker communities, like many other commuties connect you to like-minded individuals who share your interests and passions. I’ve met a lot of awesome people through these groups (and many an *rsehole too for that matter) including Rain and Jack. Many of these guys are in a similar position to myself: love trainers, love our kids, which is why I decided to interview these guys.. there’s a lot more to us fathers and a lot more to us sneaker enthusiasts. I just wanted to celebrate that.
Carrying on from last week’s debut of The Sneaker Dad interviews with Rain “Da Mask” Nelson, this week we speak to Jack Brint, a regular contributor to the Sneakerplay Facebook group which if you haven’t followed already, you need to (if you’re into sneakers. If not, ignore me, it’ll only leave you perplexed).
So without further ado.. Continue reading “The Uncool Sneaker Dads Vol. 2 ft Jack Brint”
The Uncool Dad on the perils of wearing white sneakers around the kids
We were walking down Oxford Street – myself with the Missus, the two minis and the mini-mini in his tank (ok his pram. But it’s a solid piece of baby ride hence its nickname). The pavement was wet from the prior rainfall. And then it happened – the moment when I was ready to set my step-son’s Pokémon cards on fire.