Happy Birthday To Me

I’m not sure what year it was that Mrs Proclaims started buying me a giant birthday cookie in lieu of a birthday cake. I’d guess it would’ve been around 2014, which would have been the first birthday I celebrated in my current abode, which is within walking distance of the shop which sells the cookies…

A Mother By Any Other Name

Yesterday was Mothering Sunday in the UK (and quite possibly in some other countries too). It was also Mother’s Day, which is, I think, an entirely different thing, albeit one was born of the other. Mothering Sunday, as I understand it (and I rarely understand very much at all) is less about mothers and more…

Of Pizza, Proficiency and Pipe Cleaners

As if oft the case, it is Saturday afternoon as I write this. Little Proclaims and I are sitting at the dining table, while Mrs Proclaims and Mini Proclaims are upstairs. Mrs is writing her thesis and Mini is taking a much needed nap (I’m not sure it was Mini herself who needed the nap…

The Dangers of Alphabet Themed Food

Most weekdays I’m not involved in the process of feeding my children. By the time I get home from work, Mrs Proclaims has taken care of the evening meal for them and herself. She hands over parental responsibility to me at that point and disappears into the world of her doctoral studies and I then…

A Public Announcement

It is February half term in the UK, and being an employee of an institution that allegedly provides education to young people, I have the week off work. In theory at least. In actual fact I have a backlog of paperwork that is, in some cases, embarrassingly overdue, and I really should spend this week…

Oops

When I was a child, TV in the UK consisted of four channels. In England that would have been BBC1, BBC2, ITV and Channel 4. In Wales, where I grew up, there was no Channel 4. We had S4C. Which was entirely in Welsh. I don’t really speak Welsh, although I did learn a bit…

A Fishy Issue

As we said goodbye to JanuaryAnd associated fadsSuch as Veganuary(In which I did not participateOut of sympathy to vegetariansWho surely must feel a levelOf antipathy towards vegansWho have rather stolen their thunder)I reflected on whether I might everAdopt a specific dietary practiceAnd adhere to it faithfully Because I could see the benefitsOf being a little…

Morning Song

In all likelihood this will be the last thing I post in January 2024 because January 2024 is almost over. As Januaries go, this has not been as eternal as some have felt in the past, which is possibly due to the fact that, as a result of some strange quirk in the UK school…

This Poem Is Not That Poem

This poemIs not that poem It’s a different verseNeither better nor worseIt’s just not the sameAnd it doesn’t claimTo be that poem To be exactIt is in factThis poem Which is fineIt’s not a signOf things amissTo be thisAnd not thatOr a catOr a hatOr a bat It’s this poemWhich is not that poem

James Complains About Parking Apps

Prior to becoming a parent, I had no idea what ‘soft play’ was. Indeed for quite some time after becoming a parent I was only really notionally aware of ‘soft play’. I knew it was a thing but mainly it was a thing that happened to other parents. Occasionally Mrs Proclaims mentioned taking Little Proclaims…

Never Meet Your Poetry

I’ve written meta poems beforeThough I’ve never met this one I’m sureFor if this poem were a personMeeting it could only worsenMy antipathy towards this verseAlthough I’ve probably written worsePersonification of a rhymeAs bad as this might be a crimeSo I’ll never meet my poetryWhy I write it is a mystery

Strawberry Vomit Forever

Every Saturday, during term time, I take Little Proclaims to French School. In spite of the fact that I, as a child, hated every second I spent in school, I am nothing if not hypocritical, and I make sure my eldest child not only attends compulsory education, but also has to give up at least…

Sometimes You Have To Be A Little Bit Naughty

It is Sunday afternoon as I write this. Mini Proclaims is napping, having recently covered herself and much of the dining table in my home-made sweet potato soup. She does enjoy a bowl of soup. Not to eat seemingly, more to ‘accessorise’. ‘Soup’ is a word she does occasionally use in conversation, and her vocabulary is…

The Virtue Of Patience

I’m waiting in for a man Who can fix my roofBecause I can’t fix my roofI’m rather lacking in that skillThe man is now 45 minutes lateOf his revised ETAAn ETA he only told me aboutWhen he was already 30 minutes lateFor the original appointmentWhich was at a time he suggestedAnd which, to accommodate himI…

Resolutioniary Road

Like most of its predecessors, 2024 is a year. Whether it is a good year or a bad year (or a blameless measurement of time passing) is yet to be determined but it has now made a start. And when a year starts, it is important that we all take some time to reflect on…

Old Christmas Tree

Old Christmas tree, Old Christmas tree!How are thy leaves so plastic!Old Christmas tree, Old Christmas tree,I’m not being sarcastic In the loft in the summertime,I get thee down at ChristmastimeOld Christmas tree, Old Christmas tree,I think thou art quite broken Old Christmas tree, Old Christmas tree,Much pleasure did thou bring me!Old Christmas tree, Old Christmas…

I’m Not Dreaming of a White Christmas

I’m not dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I’ve never knownWith my gas bill risingThere’s no disguisingThe last thing that I need is snow. I’m not dreaming of a white ChristmasThe Christmas cards I sent were lateBut I’m still quite full of good cheerBecause all my Christmases have beer

Have Yourself A Calorific Christmas

Have yourself a calorific Christmas,Take another biteFrom now on,Our slippers will be out of sightHave yourself a lazy little Christmas,Eat the Yule-tide log,From now on,We’ll resolve not to ever jog Here we gorge on unhealthy food,Full of sugar we adoreChocolate boxes so near to usThat we need to have one more. At New Year we’ll…

Sulking in a Christmas Traffic Jam

Sirens blareAre you listeningIn the lanesDrivers bristlingA depressing sightIt’s crappy tonightSulking in a Christmas traffic jam Gone away is all hope nowHere to stay is a new lowThe queue looks so longAs we don’t go alongSulking in a Christmas traffic jam At the junction we can try a new routeAnd pretend that it will some…

The Day After Christmas

‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house, Not a calorie was burning, no-one would espouse, Any kind of activity, except watching telly, For more had been consumed than a bowl full of jelly And just before resolutions of New Year we make, (The ones that we keep for days and then break),…

The Seventh Annual James Proclaims Advent Calendar of Christmas(ish) Films – Door 21

2006’s Starter For Ten is a relatively undemanding coming-of-age comedy that is as quintessentially British as they come. It’s not massively original and a little too content to indulge in clichés throughout. Also, the cast playing the supposedly first-year university students are all, quite evidently, in their mid-twenties. However, the notion of basing the plot…