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Martha does London Zoo

As an animal lover I’m slightly ambivalent about zoos. I love getting close up to magnificent beasts but at the same time, when you look deeper into larger mammal’s eyes, you do sometimes sense a modicum of sadness; it’s clear they just want to be

Scandos do it Better

From progressive politics and flatpack furniture, to crime drama and tax-financed welfare programmes, those nice liberal types across the North Sea just seem to do everything a bit better than us, including parenting. I spoke to Anna Ekman at Swedish company BabyBjörn about the ethos behind the

Martha’s First Cinema Experience: Peppa Pig

Today was a rites of passage. It was my daughter’s first visit to the cinema, and I wanted it to be special. As pathetic as it sounds, some of the most pivotal moments in my life have involved sitting on my own in a darkened

Baby carriers revisited

Baby Carriers. What’s a sartorially conscious father supposed to do? Does practicality ever meet style halfway? Many friends and acquaintances will be well aware of my aversion to the very notion of a baby harness. In fact, I wrote a newspaper article about it because

Inspirational Women

It may not surprise those who know me, but I’ve always been in touch with my feminine side; and it doesn’t just manifest itself in wearing a lot of pastel pink during summer. I grew up in a one-parent family and my mother I spent

What to expect when she’s expecting

Hormones. We’ve all got them, but pregnant women have a veritable cornucopia; FSH, LH, hCG, oestrogen, progesterone, relaxin, placental growth factor, HPL, oxytocin and prolactin to name but a few. This is a potent cocktail of chemicals; but much stronger – and a lot less

Dandy Dad’s Heroes: Grey Fox

“Before Grey Fox there was nothing” I’m paraphrasing John Lennon here but the sentiment remains. I’d been a fan David Evans’ musings on mature style for years before I started writing this blog, and was amazed that nobody else really talked about menswear from the

I married Wonder Woman

A question for all the birthing partners out there; what’s your lasting memory of your time on the labour ward? Was it watching your baby magically enter into the world? Or the moment your midwife handed you a swaddled newborn to hold? Perhaps it was

Dare you play NHS Midwife Roulette?

In between lusting over expensive knitwear and compiling Jazz playlists on Spotify, I do the odd bit of parenting. Speaking of which, my wife and I are expecting our second child in less than two weeks (yes, we had sex again, despite knowing full well