Five subtle clues that it's time to move out of your parents house

MUM and dad have said that there will always be a place for you in their home, which they didn’t mean altogether positively. Here are the signs they want you to piss off: 

They discuss their sex life over dinner

You’re an adult, you’ve been for a pint with your dad, you’ve discussed politics. But do you really want to hear your mother discussing how, post-menopause, there are ongoing dryness issues? No. Which they well know, which is why it came up over the pasta bake in the first place.

They leave sex toys around the house

The advent of the dishwasher-safe sex toy was the greatest moment of domestic liberation since the invention of the microwave. But do you really need to see ominously-shaped silicone objects in the rack next to your treasured Thomas the Tank Engine egg cup? What are your parents trying to tell you?

They’re members of a swingers website

How did you reach your late 20s without realising the true relationship between your parents and ‘Uncle’ Barry and ‘Auntie’ Sue? When they’re mentioned in connection with ‘going full poly’ and ‘Barry’s trawling Tinder for a unicorn, but no luck’ perhaps the penny will drop. And perhaps it’s not just Barry and Sue who aren’t who you thought they were.

They’re planning a post-lockdown orgy

Saturday June 26th has been circled on the calendar, and you’ve been asked if you mind your room being the cloakroom. Phone conversations are about tarpaulins, bulk-buying lube, and your old physics teacher Mr Harvey appears to be a weekend gimp.

They’re having loud and aggressive sex in the living room every evening

You know what? If you go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and by the time you come back there are knickers hanging from the door handle and the sound of enthusiastic, no-holds-barred banging drowning out The One Show, then maybe it’s time you looked into renting your own place. Yeah?

A tiny biker jacket, and four other things to stop buying your baby you idiot

BABIES are adorable and rewarding, and if you dress them up like miniature bikers what’s wrong with you? Along with these acts of idiocy: 

A leather jacket

We can all indulge in a leather jacket. Sure, it’s not original, but it’s a robust classic that will last years. You know what doesn’t last years? A baby staying the size of a baby-sized leather jacket. You’ll get four wears out of it, and it cost you £35.

Fun-size Nikes

Once, trainers were for athletics. Since then they’ve evolved to become status symbols. But for babies they fulfil neither function and remain glaringly pointless. Your five-month-old cannot even roll himself over, let alone distinguish Air Jordans from Yeezys, and everyone knows and judges you.

An iPad

Perfect for telling the world, ‘Not only can I waste my money abundantly, I also want to annoy everyone within 20 feet’. Yes, there are special apps for pre-schoolers, and yes they claim to be educational. Your child will very soon show you how interested they are in that shit by letting the iPad clatter to the floor.

A massive rocking horse

Makes the nursery look lovely. Is completely inaccessible to the child for many years to come, and even when they’re old enough to use it they’ll be disappointed to discover all it does is rock. But the looming presence of it over their cot will give them recurring nightmares and haunt them into adulthood. 

A large birthday party

The perfect gathering at which to present all of this shit, as well as to pressure all of us into buying even more shit for a person whose skull is not even yet fully formed. Save your money and, more importantly, save us all the hassle of pretending not to see what you’ve become.