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How to stop kids ruining your holiday

Last month we took our first holiday abroad as a family. To mark this monumental occasion, we decided to push the boat out a little bit and grab a week of winter sun in Dubai – cocktails on the beach, luxury hotel bars, shopping malls with aquariums built inside them, the whole 5* shebang. However,…

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 free, bounding around the Serengeti, instead of being gawped at…

Dandy Dad does yoga

Being one of those ‘north London metropolitan elites’ that you hear so much about, it’ll come as no surprise that I’ve been known to practice yoga. Cycling to work for most of my adult life has played havoc on my back and my hamstrings, and the sheer amount of lactic acid that’s flowing through my…

Dandy Dad’s Essentials: Vintage bikes

One of my favourite mottos is, style over comfort. The other is, suffer for your art. And both of these neatly encapsulate the fact that I cycle 18 miles to and from work every day on a 14kg bike (most commuter bikes weigh around 8kg) that’s modelled on a 1930s racer and has a measly…

New Year’s resolutions for parents

A new year, a new start; a tired trope yes, but a logical one. After weeks of overindulgence, it makes sense to kick off the year on a positive note. You want to be the best parent you can be, so why not draw up a list of easily achievable goals that will help you to…

Should I join the 1%?

Having a full blown row with your partner in front of your baby is reprehensible but sadly sometimes inevitable. And in the heat of a particularly virulent argument, you’ll often hear my wife and I return to this tired parenting trope: “This place is a mess; you do NOTHING around the house to help!” “Give me a chance I’m knackered, I’ve been at work all day!” “I’d LOVE to go back to work. At least I’d actually get a lunch break! Try looking after a bloody baby all day; you’ll see what tired really means!” “I’d love to!” “Yeah right, you’d last a week!” ...

When a man is tired of London…he moves to Chesham

My wife and I sat down last night and decided, quite rightly, that it’s ‘insania’ for us to be paying £1,500 each month towards our landlady’s mortgage. And for what? For the pleasure of living in a small 1st floor, 2 bed flat with a sliver of a kitchen and disagreeable neighbours? So that we can say we live in Muswell Hill and enjoy the raised eyebrows of other Londoners who live in less salubrious areas and are quietly impressed with our postcode? All this and not even a f*cking tube station? Where do I sign up I hear you ask?! Moving to London all those years ago was a lifestyle choice. Quite rightly, one should take full advantage of everything that this ugly beautiful city can offer; the social life, the culture, the career ladder, the like-minded people, the energy, the history blah blah. Basically, who doesn’t want to drink overpriced craft beer in a pop-up bar located in one of the bleakest parts of south east London? ...

We’re only making plans for Nigel

Nigel and I have come along away together since he came to live with me in London during the summer of 2003. A fluffy ginger Tom with entitlement issues and an almost pathological hatred of girls, he’s been by my side (and in my wardrobe/bed/drawers) ever since. But oh, how the mighty have fallen. ...

Who needs another mummy blogger?

A big part of my 9-5 life involves working with bloggers on behalf of big brands that want to piggyback on their popularity. For example, if a blogger with a large following writes about a particular product one day, you’ll see a definite spike in sales the next....