Record Store Day 2014

Record Store Day 2014

I took the girls to Berwick Street in Soho yesterday, for Record Store Day 2014.

20140419_132742Without a record player and not being a “collector” the numerous limited edition releases available were of no use to me, but I thought it would be a “Cool Dad” thing to take the girls up there and see lots of people dancing and enjoying music.

We got there just in time to see Edwyn Collins playing (you can probably…

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Monsters University!

It’s the current catchphrase in our house at the moment, said in a silly Japanese-American (I think) accent – “Monsters University Toy Surprise”

It’s all thanks to this video, which Amber discovered while scraping the YouTube barrel for anything with the word “Frozen” in the title or keywords.

What is it?  A lady unwrapping a shedload of Kinder Surpriseeggs and listing the toys inside, all in a…

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Cutty Sark

Cutty Sark, GreenwichIt still being the Easter Holidays (still!) the girls and I visited the Cutty Sark in Greenwich on Wednesday.

I’ve been to Greenwich often enough and seen most of the cool stuff there (museums, foot tunnel under the Thames, the market, the park, the Royal Observatory, etc.) but never the Cutty Sark.

Sadly we missed our intended train because we were all playing Titanfall and got a bit carried…

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Extreme Easter Holidays

It’s the Easter holidays and everyone’s busy!  Well, last week less so because the girls were away with their grandparents in Hatfield.

But now they’re BACK and things is CRAZY!

To be fair, it’s not just them.  I’ve had a sudden flurry of “going out” – three nights in a row out with friends, for gigs, birthdays, and lectures by SELFS (the South East London Folklore Society).

Three nights on the…

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Chocolate

It’s the Easter holidays, which means there’s baking going on downstairs, which inevitably means this…

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Hear ye, hear ye!

Hear ye, hear ye!

Miss Millie Carter doth wish it known that she hath blogged twice more.

It’s 90% her own work, I merely added the images for her and corrected some minor errors.  I am her edidad.

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Phablet fan club

The trees are bright with blossoms, the birds are singing, the sun is shining – it can only mean one thing: new ‘phone time here in Bexley!

I’ve had my brilliant, trusty Samsung Galaxy Note 2for almost two years now – the best phone I’ve ever had, bar none.  Sadly, the screen recently cracked and it just wasn’t as fast as it once was.  Much as it pained me (because I love that phone) I began to…

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New look for Millie

New look for Millie

Millie’s room has had a massive makeover – the first for some years.

wpid-20140407_091557_hdr.jpgShe’s going to be nine years old in a few months and the previous look, lovely as it was, was starting to seem a bit baby-ish.  I hope you’ll agree that this room is a lot more grown-up.

The new look is mostly lilac (previously, one wall was yellow, one pink, another green…) which, whilst obviously not a “boy” room, isn’t too…

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Friends round after school

Friends round after school

Amber’s friend from school, Izzy, came round after school tonight.  At one point the two of them had a screaming contest.

Even Millie was worn out by it: she came upstairs and joined me in the bedroom where I was working; she didn’t say anything, just rolled her eyes, plopped herself on the bed and carried on playing some kind of butterfly game on the tablet.

Before the screaming contest they all…

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Bed-lam!

I’m terrible at DIY.  And putting furniture together.  And “doing” the garden.  I can wire a plug but that’s about the limit of my practical skills.

2014-03-30 13.03.26So I tried to ignore the prospect of destroying and creating a bed for Millie at the weekend.  Especially the “destruction” part, because Millie’s bed was a struggle to put together – it weighs a bloody ton and almost defeated the efforts of myself…

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