Chargrilled torment. Tilf goes to barbeque hell, with special guest star Squash.

I spent Saturday night doing something horrendous. We visited hell. It was awful. Filled with the worst kind of demons possible. Creatures whose only aim in life is to mentally torture and socially destroy. The squash and I went to a birthday barbeque. Continue reading

Cervical cancer weirdness and worry. Tilf, with Mr Trick for support, examine cancer scares and signs.

So, I’ve thought long and hard about doing this. And I decided it’s like therapy, and might help someone. I recently had a bit of a scare, involving statistics, my cervix and the dreaded C word. No, not that one, get your minds out the 18th century gutter, dirty buggers. Continue reading

Rape and it’s horrors. Mr Trick examines a modern fear.

Are you sitting comfortably? Yes? Good. Are you relatively healthy? Yes? Good. Do you want to die this particular second? No? Good, then I’ll begin, and you can feel comfortable and happy, and I shall tell you a horror story. A story that no one wants you to hear. One that people don’t want to tell. It’s a horrible story, and you may not want to read it, I’m not going to force you to, ironically enough. It’s a story about rape. Continue reading

Birthdays in Thorpe. Tilf takes the squash on a birthday trip.

Well, we’ve just returned from the squash’s birthday surprise trip, off to Thorpe park. He was utterly surprised, no clue, and over-joyed. Success. It was a thoroughly enjoyable few days away. Apart from a few things. It was fun, though I did feel like the worst mummy in the world. I know, enquiring minds must know. Continue reading

Fake friends, frenemies and tossers. Mr Trick has a weeny rant about twats.

Over the last 28 years, I have met a lot of people. I’ve met good people, bad people, saints and tossers. The good ones have helped make me who I am, and unfortunately, so have the others. Over the last few years, I have discovered a universal truth, not only are most people twats, you will be hurt by those who ‘care about you’. I hate you all. Continue reading