Results tagged “curry” from Birmingham Mail - Bad Dad

He's only been back from a week's holiday a couple of days and the eldest is off again, this time to the landing beaches of Normandy on a five day French trip.

"But Nick, you're dropping French for Italian," I moaned as I contemplated what I could have bought with the £150 it cost me to send him.

By my reckoning that's quite a few curries and beers.

He assured me the trip will be of great historical interest, but one little pledge the school made us make before he left keeps gnawing away at me.

My wife and I committed an unutterably heinous crime this weekend.

It was an offence against humanity and one which we dare not repeat in case we find ourselves hauled before Childline, or worse, the Court of Human Rights.

It involved several pints of lager and, if I remember rightly, a prawn puri and lamb passanda.

It was, of course, the unmentionable crime of going out for the night....TWO WEEKENDS IN A ROW!

"You've been out for the last four weekends and left us on our own" and "you're never here" were two of the gross exaggerations hurled our way by Nick, 14, quite mature and more than capable of calling us back the 50 yards.