Daddy vs Chips

Daddy’s First Dance Class

Daddy vs Chips X. Today, Da-Da-Da attended his first dance class. This was something he never wanted to do, but was forced into by the terrible twosomes drunken pirouetting to everything from Nicki Minaj to In The Night Garden. Lacking any discernible sense of rhythm, Da-da-da was understandably nervous. It is hard being the only… Continue reading Daddy’s First Dance Class

Daddy vs Chips

Travelling with Twins: The Long Haul

Daddy vs Chips IX. I have previously written about our ventures between the British Isles with the twins here, expressing my preference for Irish Ferries over my once beloved Ryan Air. In the past, Da-da-da and Ma-ma-ma have only had the courage to take the twins on the aptly named Jonathan Swift catamaran, which can cross… Continue reading Travelling with Twins: The Long Haul

Daddy vs Chips

Beating the lunch time blues II

Daddy vs Chips VII. Back in October, I described how to make the difficult-to-master pizza bread. Due to popular demand, its time to look at another challenging recipe: eggy bread (or french toast, if you are middle class). Da-da-da’s record on cooking has been somewhat dubious, but this recipe, stolen from Ma-ma-ma, is foolproof. The… Continue reading Beating the lunch time blues II