Lifestyle

Going on a big shop with your mum, and other things teens never do on screen

MOVIES believe that being a teenager is romance, rebellion and rites of passage, forgetting that it’s mostly time pissed away on this crap.

Five little wins for sad, single blokes

ARE you a single man living out his years in grim solitude? Here are five tiny victories that come with being left on the shelf.

Five Sunday chores that make you long to be back at work

THE so-called 'day of rest' is actually the day of tedious chores, including these five tasks that make you yearn for the punishment of the daily grind.

Five baby things you spent a bloody fortune on that your child won't even remember

HAVING a child famously costs an absolute packet. Here are five eye-wateringly expensive purchases the ungrateful little shit won’t ever know you made.

The first snowdrops, and other things twee wankers get excited about

KNOW someone who thinks spring is here because they’ve seen one snowdrop? They’re probably excited about all this nonsense too:

Funko Pops, and other stuff that will be worth f**k all in 20 years

COLLECTING useless tat in the delusion that it will be worth a fortune one day? You’d have been better investing in a nightly takeaway than this crap.

Woman first person ever to be pregnant

A WOMAN who recently became pregnant is the first woman ever to have experienced the magic of conception, friends have confirmed.

Six involuntary noises made by the middle-aged

YOU used to have enough energy to get out of bed without giving a weird grunt. Here are some other involuntary noises you make when you reach middle age.

How stewed should your tea be? Find out your professional Northerner rating

FANCY being a professional Northerner to get attention and respect? There’s a strict Northern code of conduct you must adhere to. See if you can pass our test.

Why moving out of London was the best thing I ever did then the worst and why I regret moving back again

I WAS fed up of the rat race, the dreary commute, living in the armpits of sweaty businessmen on the 7.15 train, the tired cliche of unfriendly strangers rushing by without time to say ‘Hello’.