wrong...

god, we need a second bedroom.

our nine month old. that's her, there.


paedos stay away 'cos she's mine. i don't mean in THAT sense. she actually is mine. until she becomes a grumpy teenager - then she'll be her mother's.

our nine month old sleeps in the same room as us. she's a good girl and sleeps through the night most of the time. but we still need a second bedroom. no curling up together in front of match of the day. and no, none of THAT either.

and when you go to bed you have to try really hard not to make any noise. it's shite.

but that's not what this post is about.

this post is about this.


and this.


those are pictures of two things i saw down toys r us at the weekend. can you believe that? it upsets me for three reasons.

1. these were the last two left on the shelves. that means other people have seen these, thought "yes, that's the ideal present for fat little johnny" and bought them.
2. toys r us made the decision to stock these. in this world of childhood obesity, they thought this would look good on their shelves.
3. mcdonalds chose to make these. there's nothing more that can be said of this.

you know when you buy your son a toy doctors kit? you kind of think that pretending to be a doctor is a good thing. 'cos doctors make sick people better and make lots of money. what are you saying to the child you buy the mcdonalds checkout for? "give up now, 'cos life is hard and you're too shit to be any good at it"?

besides which, toys r us is fucking grotesque. you have to queue for fucking ages at the checkouts 'cos there's always at least one item that doesn't scan and there's never enough people on the tills. they do this so children will bully their parents into buying all the chocolate and fizzy drinks that are positioned where people queue.

sick.