The A-Z Of Teenage Boys

Ah teenage boys they really are something else aren’t they? Here’s my A-Z of them, written with the help of the lovely Tracey from Hooks and Dragons.

A. Is for Are you really ready for this? Read this if you want to find out!

B. Is for BAE (Before Anyone Else) Oh how I hate this sodding word but if you wanna be down with the cool kids this is what you’ll call the significant other in your life. I suppose it’s not as bad as some of the names that I call my other half. But bloody hell, surely they could come up with better?!

C. Is for CBA (Can’t be arsed) You’ll hear it at least 400 times a day but only when it involves homework, housework or anything that doesn’t interest them in the slightest. If a mate Snapchats them though, them Vans are on and they’re out the door. Can’t be arsed, my arse.

D. Is for Drunk as a skunk. At some point this is going to happen. And they’re going to vomit somewhere they shouldn’t and be too drunk to clean it up, so you’ll have to if you don’t want all visitors to ask why it smells of sick in your house for the next 12 years. You might even have to go and pick them up from a random park bench from which their frantic mate has rung you at 11pm , if you’re lucky.

E. Is for Eat you out of house and home. I have no idea where the hell they put it but honestly you will never have enough food and no matter how much food is in the house they’ll moan there’s sod all to eat despite there being a million plates in their bedroom.

F. Is for Foxtrot Oscar, you’re going to mumble this under your breath. A LOT. They know everything already and anything you say will be ignored. All of the time.

G. Is for “Get those rotten trainers out of my house.”Christ on a bike those trainers will stink and they’ll always be left at the door just so the smell can hit you as you come in. No amount of Febreze in the world can sort it out. Seriously.

H. Is for Headphones. They’re constantly in and they’ll ignore anything that comes out of your mouth. Half the time I’m not convinced he’s listening to anything just an excuse not to have to listen to me!

I. Is for I’m Going Slightly Mad, just like Freddie you’ll think you’re a banana tree. Well not quite but there will be times when you want to bang your head against the nearest wall. I wouldn’t though if I were you, you’ll just have a headache to go with your headache.

J. Is for Just look for it yourself for god sake! If it isn’t under their nose they can’t see it. Actually scrub that, they can’t see it even if it is right under their nose.

K. Is for Keep slamming that door and I’ll take the bugger off altogether. Threaten them with a lack of privacy and they’ll tow the line. Honest.

L. Is for Loudspeaker, every conversation they have is LOUD. They’ll have a moan at you invading their privacy for overhearing their conversation even though the neighbours at no 42 can hear them shouting into their iPhone. Hold it to your ear like normal bloody people!

M. Is for Mood Swings. Up, down, round and sideways. You never know which mood they’ll be in, it’s like having 4 different people all rolled into one. You know that film Split? It’s like that but upstairs in your house, every single day.

N. Is for No. You’ll find yourself using this word a lot. No you can’t have a house party. No you can’t Snapchat at the dinner table. No you can’t have another plate til you bring the other 12 mouldy ones down.

O. Is for Old. That’s how you feel when spending any time with a teen. Your dress sense, anything you say, your taste in music. All makes you old. And if you try to be all cool & stuff they’ll see right through it and make you feel even older.

P. Is for Puberty, one night your cute little boy is going to go to bed and in the morning he’ll be replaced with something like the Beast. Grumpy, hairy and hungry.

Q. Is for Questionable Hygiene. When was the last time they had a shower or brushed their teeth? If you don’t nag they’ll hope you don’t notice. But you will notice. Your gag reflex will notice.

R. Is for Really Though? Sometimes they’ll come up with elaborate stories for why they are late home. Think alien abduction but it only took half an hour and they must have nicked their keys too, which explains why they’re hammering on the door to be let in.

S. Is for Stiff Socks, you can never, ever be prepared for these bad boys that find themselves anywhere but the washing basket that they’re meant to be in.

T. Is for Texting. I have not a Scooby Doo what they talk about all day but those phones are constantly in their hands. Bleep, bleep, bleeping away.

U. Under the bed, don’t be going under there. Hell no. I’ve warned you.

V. Is for Vaping. It’s the in thing. They’re all at it and they leave a cloud of strawberry arse scented fog wherever they go. They might even sneakily try it in the bedroom and set off the smoke alarm and you’ll threaten to lob it out the window until they whinge about how much it cost. How bloody expensive?!!!

W. Is for Washing. It’s not dirty if it’s in the middle of the floor. It’s just there so they can find it easily. Like a sweaty, smelly, filing system.

X. Is for X rated. I don’t really need to say anymore do I. Don’t walk into their room without knocking. Ever. Don’t though.

Y. Is for You’ve got to be bloody kidding. It’s 3am they’re pissed and they’re ringing you from the back arse of beyond. “Where are you?” You’ll sigh and they’ll answer with something stupid like “well there’s loads of trees” or “outside Milletts”.

Z. Is for zits, they’re going to get them and boy are you going to hear about it. Especially if it’s just before a big night out. It’s the end of the world, everyone will laugh at them, they’ll never be able to leave the house again and so on.

As much as we can have a laugh about it, I bloody love my boy and wouldn’t change him. Well maybe the smelly feet. How many of these remind you of your teen boy? Or are yours completely different?

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The School’s Calling

It’s a phonecall you hate getting, next to Unknown number, seeing the school’s number on your phone screen is terror inducing. All sorts goes through your mind. What’s happened? Who’s hurt? What have they done?

I’ve had various phonecalls in my time and inspired by a conversation with an old friend (who sadly I don’t get to see anymore, life gets in the way) I thought I’d share some of them.

Gone Bananas

There was the time the school called to tell me my eldest had had a slip and fallen on his face. Thinking he’d tripped over someones foot or something – I once broke my wrist when someone stuck their foot out in front of me, you can read about it here – I made my way to the school only to find he’d slipped on a banana skin. I shit you not. I thought this particular mishap was reserved for cartoons and comedians. Apparently not.

Holey Crap

“Could you come to the school please? Your son has a puncture wound” A puncture wound? A PUNCTURE WOUND? “Oh Jesus Christ he’s been stabbed” I screech to the other half. “Right that’s it, I’m going to get him and I’m never, ever letting him go to school again.”

I get to the school where I’m greeted by a stoney faced 6 foot 20 Headmaster. I’m only 5’2 so I already felt like a naughty kid caught professing their love for some scroat or other by permie marker in the bogs. “Where’s my son?” I start to ask before he sits me down to tell me that in fact he hasn’t been stabbed but the dozy sod had actually been climbing trees to retrieve a football and fallen on a metal fence. Cringe. Then he leads me to a very quiet teenager who appears to have taken great interest in his trainers. Out we traipse not saying a word other than to thank the Headmaster for letting me know.  Off to the hospital we drive for a 48245 hour wait in A&E where they ask a million questions – quite rightly – and send him off with a dressing on and a dressing down.

Harry Flopper

“Could you come to nursery please? Your son has had a fall and has a head injury.” There I was with a 3 month old baby clamped to my chest wondering what on earth had happened. I sent the other half to go and get him as I knew he could run faster than my podgy arse could. My son came back with a bandage on his head and an ice pack. I don’t know what I was expecting from a ‘head injury’ but it was worse than I thought. My poor little man had a flipping great big split in his forehead and blood running down his face. Off we drove the hospital where he had glue and steri – strips to stick it all back together. We tried to make light of it being his Harry Potter scar but it’s not so much lightening bolt as big fat rain cloud. When we asked him how he’d done it he told us he was trying a show a girl how fast he could run, couldn’t stop himself in time and ran headfirst into a brick wall. So basically showing off for the ladies, sign of things to come?! Bloody great.

Oh Nuts

“Could you come to the school please? Your son has had a um, knock to the um, private area” “Right, some little shit has kicked our boy in the balls Jon. You better get to the school and sort it” I was at work. Seething into my latte. Waiting impatiently for him to come back and tell me what had gone down. Turns out it was an accidental knock to the nads. He got in the way of a flying foot. They have a tendency to do that feet, especially when attached to a 7 year old boy it seems. All checked over the other half traipses home to resume his game of Fifa. Bugger me if an hour later they weren’t  back on the phone “could you come to the school please? Your son has had a bump to the head” “Jon, get down the school again love, someones tried to cave his skull in this time” all I can hear is the sound of the Xbox controller hitting the deck as he exhales VERY loudly and legs it out the door again. Reporting back the fella tells me he caused his own head injury, not by impressing girls this time but trying to retrieve his pencil and smashing the back of his head on the table on the way back up. No matter how many times you scream “watch your head” at a kid it never, ever sinks in.

Sixth Non-sense

‘We’d like to make an appointment with you to discuss your son’s progress in sixth form.’ says the chirpy receptionist, knowing full well a bollocking is coming my way in the near future. I wasn’t wrong. “we have concerns that maybe sixth form isn’t for him” says the scary teacher sat in front of me. She then goes on to tell me that she doesn’t think it’s the path he’s destined for as I squirm in my chair feeling like I’d rather be ANYWHERE but here. “He really isn’t putting any effort in and we get the feeling there’s a million other things he’d rather be doing (lying in bed being the main one. Probably.) so we think it’s best he revisits his thoughts about his future and let’s us know where we go from here” accompanied by ‘the look’ that makes you feel like a completely useless parent from Knobsville. I really wanted to tell her to shove it up her arse – purely for the look – but I didn’t, I was very adultish. I looked at him, he was very interested in a poster on the wall funnily enough. Think it might have been something about not sharing dirty daps. He blurted out something that vaguely resembled English which I took to mean “I hate sixth form” and so there and then on that day he left. Just like that. I swear she high fived herself. And off we drove back to Knobsville. Via the Jobcentre.

Have you ever been called to the school?


Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday

Getting A Teen Out Of Bed

Right now you may have little ones and be experiencing  5.30a.m morning wake ups and sit there wishing they ‘would just stay in bed and give you a lie in’. STOP. Karma will come around and kick you right up the bum when they turn into a teenager and you can’t get the sod out of bed for love nor money. Here are the stages of getting said teenager up that happen in our house. Insert Spongebob style ’10 minutes later’ between each one.

Stage 1

This is the stage where you’re still optimistic that today will be the day that they get up without the hassle. Pahahahahaha.You knock the door whilst steeling yourself for the stench, run in and shake them awake cheerily telling them if they get up now there’s plenty of time for shower, breakfast and a cuppa.


10 minutes later you realise there is no movement going on upstairs and stomp back up in the hope that your heavy footsteps will get them shifting. Does it heck. They’re still lying there bleary eyed saying “what?”. Keep calm, they’re bound to get up soon, they’ll be worried about being late. Right?!

Stage 3
Now you’re getting your hair off, they’re taking the mickey. So you go up and threaten them that if you have to come up again you’ll be bringing a bucket of water. They sigh and moan “for god’s sake” under their breath. Yes, because obviously I’m doing this for fun. It’s the highlight of my day don’t you know?! I really don’t have anything better to do like sticking hot pokers in my eyes, the usual.

Stage 4

Right they’re still not up. So you realise it’s time to make good on your threat to throw water. You spend a few minutes looking for the bucket you bought the kids at the beach in the summer and when you remember they’re probably at the back of the shed with the false widows and tube webs you decide ‘sod that for a laugh’ and just grab the mop bucket, chuck the mouldy smelling mop across the kitchen in annoyance and fill it up. Drag the heavy sodding thing up the stairs only to find right at the last second the teen will magically launch themselves out of bed and shout “I was up, stop stressing” You fight the urge to drench the cheeky git anyway, grit your teeth muttering about ‘lazy bloody kids’ lug the bucket back downstairs and get ready to start fighting ‘get dressed and ready wars’ where they’ll race down the stairs – steady on- to shout about the favourite t-shirt/skinny jeans/trainers they can’t find and you’ve obviously moved. Believe me mate I wouldn’t touch your stinky clodhoppers if my life depended on it!

So honestly, if you are reading this bleary eyed at the crack of a sparrow’s fart then just remember it’ll come full circle in a few years time.

Are your teens like this too? Are you one of the lucky ones who’s teens get up without a fuss?


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Tips To Get You Ready For Having A Teenage Boy

One day just when you think you have this parenting thing cracked, they’ll go to bed and wake up a totally different kid. You’ll wonder what on earth happened whilst drowning your sorrows in gin. Here are my tips to get you ready for having a teen boy. It isn’t serious I’m just as blimmin’ clueless as everyone else but it will give you an insight into the delights you can look forward too. Yippee.

• Take a lovely pair of white socks, get in the car, drive to the nearest rubbish dump, rub them around the smelliest pile of crap you can find. Take them home leave them for a week. Now pick them up and take a good sniff. That smell right there is how their socks will smell and consequently their bedroom. Oh and clean up that vomit you just got everywhere you’re gonna need a stronger stomach.


• Start learning how to fashion a gas mask out of a tea towel to do the washing now so you get used to it. Believe me when I say you’ll need it. You can NEVER be prepared for how smelly their pits  get and NEVER EVER ask why that sock is crispy and stuck together.

• Start having conversations with the walls. Sometimes those guys will be the only ones listening and they won’t roll their eyes at you or huff and puff every time you so much as open your mouth or even just breathe near your darling teen. Maybe make it worth it and stick a poster of Tom Hardy up there. If you’re gonna be ignored at least he’s worth looking at.

• Buy a dictionary of ‘crap words made up by teens’ or you’ll never be able to understand a bloody word they grunt your way. Do you know your peng from your fam or your raw from your schnapping? Nope, I didn’t have a Scooby Doo either!

• Start using the space under their bed as a makeshift bin. That way when you go searching for the batteries they nicked out of your Sky remote for their Xbox controller there’ll be no nasty, niffy surprises.


• When storing their phone number in your phone change it to your own number. You might as well just text yourself all day long as I can guarantee they won’t answer you unless of course you’re clever and text something like “your little brother is in your room looking through your DVD’s and there’s one with no name on it, is it ok for him to watch?” they’ll be straight on the phone then telling you to “get the hell out of their room, they never get any privacy”.

• If for some reason your teen has to go somewhere with you (oh the horror) be prepared for them to walk 20 steps in front and act as though they have no idea who you are. Especially when any of their mates might see you and wind them up by shouting MILF at you. Then you may hear some other choice words but these you will DEFINITELY know the meaning of. They really won’t thank you for giving them a clip around the earhole for swearing in front of their ‘crew’ so best just to let them walk on ahead.

• If, like mine, they’re into free running get ready for your stomach to launch itself out of your mouth every time they show you the latest thing they can do or how many flips they can do off that massive wall that would make you crap yourself just climbing.

Bet you’re totally and utterly looking forward to it now aren’t you?!

Julie x (2)



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Parenting a Teen – Seriously Awkward?

Parenting a teen can be really hard, I mean REALLY damn hard. But obviously it can also be good too. The good far outweighs the bad (doesn’t feel like it sometimes,I know) but in those (rare) moments where their face lights up in a smile you know your sweet kid is still in there somewhere.

As a baby/young child all he wanted to do was cuddle, he was a so-called “velcro baby” and I just couldn’t put him down.There have been many moments years on that I would give anything to go back and just have 5 more minutes of that. And it makes me sad to think of the times I inevitably shouted “just let me have 5 minutes”.

In no way in my teen “naughty” or however you want to put it but he can be really hard work sometimes. My partner of 8 years isn’t his biological father but he’s the only one he’s ever known.He does a bloody good job of providing for all our children and I couldn’t wish for a better bloke. However there is a constant struggle for Alpha Male as my 16 year old tries to establish his place in the house. You ask for help it’s met with a flat out refusal which tends to lead to removal of his phone which in his mind is likened to removal of his right arm. Still won’t do what he was asked though,oh no,he has to drag it out for an hour or two of huffing, puffing and “why are you ruining my life” ing. His room smells like a cage of baboons but he seems to like it that way and to be honest we do ask him to clean it sometimes but I shut the door and pretend not to see it other times as it’s just not worth the row. If he can stand it then crack on kid.


We’re lucky we don’t have any problems with him being arrested or drinking to excess or drugs. Which are the things that terrify me as a Mum, as I’m sure it does many other Mum’s and Dad’s. We just have problems with him answering back and being sullen and sometimes if I’m honest downright blooming lazy! I think many teenagers are the same though I know myself and my brother were messy beggars too. Although my other half maintains he’s always been a clean freak and his room was always tidy!Hmmmm…….

The one thing that does make me feel I’ve failed slightly though is that he isn’t really interested in his little brother/sister he shuts himself off in his room most of the time he’s at home and doesn’t really have a lot to do with them. They are 6 and 3 though so I’m hoping this is something that will change as they get older.I’d love for them to have a close relationship like I do with my own brother now we’re older.We always have been close but fought like cat and dog as kids.

If you came to this post hoping for help I’m sorry I don’t have the answers I’m afraid! The only thing I do know is if you sit down and talk to them like an adult they are more likely to respond as once I start shouting it’s a sure fire way to get a door slammed in my face!

I don’t pry but I do ask him if he’s ok regularly as I would hate to think there was something bothering him that he felt he couldn’t tell me about. This has worked for us as he has opened up about his worries in the past.

I have made sure all internet access has parental controls on it (although now he’s doing an IT A level he can probably bypass it quite easily!)

I do encourage him to come out with us when we go anywhere for the 9 times he grunts no, there will be that 1 time he surprises me and says yes. Usually to go to my Mum’s for a cooked breakfast. How much can teenagers eat?! It’s shocking I can tell you!!

Encourage them to have responsibility as hard as it can be to let go,this I struggle with as my fierce instinct to protect kicks in and I REALLY have to fight it but they do need it to set themselves up for life out there on their own.

“The most vulnerable 16 and 17 year olds are often in grave danger, facing hidden harm. They are more likely to go missing or be victims of violent crime than any other age.

They are a high risk group for domestic violence and sexual exploitation. Yet they are the least protected from abuse and neglect in law, and get much less support than younger children.

My son is lucky enough to have a safe,loving home that he can always come back to,sadly that is not the case for many teens. Please help by signing the petition below.

 “The Children’s Society is asking the Government to change the law to protect 16 and 17 year olds from abuse and neglect. We are also calling for more support for teenagers at this age and for them to be more involved in the decisions that affect their lives. We want as many people as possible to sign our petition, and help encourage others to sign this.”

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3 going on 13!

Who’s tougher a 16 year old or 3 year old? I have both and they are different in some ways but both are very testing.Thankfully my 6 year old is very well behaved and mild mannered (as was my teen until he hit 14) and my girl is something else entirely!

There are times when they both make me want to scream in frustration, the naughty step works (sometimes) for my daughter but my teen would wet himself laughing at that.So when they play up, stay out later than they should, are downright rude or drop the F bomb what the hell do you do?He towers over me and I never feel that shouting gets me anywhere.Seems the only thing that makes him stop and think is taking his phone away.Oh and flaming hell don’t you know it when you do!! The strops would put any 2 year to shame, the door slamming,huffing and puffing makes you want to hide in a cupboard with a Dairy Milk and some ear muffs.

At least you get some conversation out of them though,even if i is to tell you how much they hate you or that you’re going to ruin their lives as they aren’t answering any of their mates inane text messages about “that fit girl who sits on the back of the bus” mind you,I’m just guessing ‘cos it would take a magician to get into my boy’s phone the pin is so closely guarded.I think the thing is set to spontaneously combust if you ever got the pin right. Probably a good thing as reading whatever 16 year old boys text each other would probably make me want to gouge my eyes out with a plastic fork.

Then there’s my 3 year old,lying on the floor kicking her Peppa Pig wellies in the air because you peeled her banana or opened her packet of Wotsits when “me do it” are the words of the week. Intent on digging her brother in the ribs every time you leave the room and then completely denying it.Constantly searching for something to eat and never bloody happy with what you give them.Makes a bomb site of her room and totally refuses to pick the mess up.

Both refuse to go to bed when told and both have to be dragged out the next morning!They whinge about brushing their teeth and have to be nagged.At least I get cuddles from the little monster though,hell would freeze over before my teen would!

So they’re not so different really there’s several similar traits and they’re both making me go grey in my 30’s!I love all 3 exactly the same even with all the quirks and funny ways!How do you deal with your teenagers/little ones bad behaviour?

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Think this was the last time he smiled in 3 years 😀 Not so happy now she’s in his room messing up his stuff!!

Best of Worst


Sorry Mum (For my teenage years)

Having had a drunk and obnoxious 16 year old turn up on the weekend at 2am spouting such crap as “I’m 16 now I can look after myself”.Never mind the fact you’ve been pacing the house for hours panicking while they’re “only having a laugh with the boys”.Then you have to spend the next day at work fuelled by caffeine.And these are the days when there are mobiles…when the buggers decide to answer them!

Anyway it got me thinking about how much of a knobhead I must have seemed to my own Mum back in the days when I first started going out, when she’d bite her tongue as I ran out of the house in a satin nightie thinly disguised as a dress and my Nan would be horrified that I’d never wear a coat because I’d “catch my death” The many times I’d promise I’d got a taxi sorted yet still rang her at 2am begging for her to come and get me.Not so bloody grown up now are you hey?But,of course,she came to pick me up because she cared.

All the times she made myself and my brother go for walks down the canal and we moaned like she’d told us to saw off a leg,it was because she wanted us out in the fresh air.And she got us to do the dishes to give us a bit of responsibility (by God we hated washing up after Sunday lunch) You don’t realise at the time through all the backchat and moaning at them to get off your case (It’s my bedroom and if I want it like a fleapit I bloody well will…hmph) that they only do it ‘cos they love you and are looking out for you.

When I got pregnant at 19 she didn’t judge or go mental just supported me and helped out wherever she could.

So Mum for all the moaning. whinging, late nights and mess that was down to me I’m truly sorry!

Love you Mum xx


Triple Trouble!

So,linking up with A Dirty Nappy in a linky to make a friend laugh who’s just had baby number 2!Congrats by the way.Now say goodbye to sleep,hairbrushing and grown up TV programmes!

When I had my first I said i’d never do it again.I lied.16 years later I now have 3. I also have mountain-sized bags under my eyes and know the Cbeebies presenters better than I know myself!My teenager talks in unintelligible grunts and the 2 younger ones want to rip each others heads off at every opportunity.How lovely they said,you have boys and a girl and they’ll never be lonely!Oh they will when they’re spending most of their time on seperate naughty steps for drawing on each other with a bright red sodding Sharpie!!

The supermarket is always fun,try chasing kids who ALWAYS want to go in opposite directions – which one do you chase and which one do you abandon in the cheese aisle?Get to the checkout and find a years worth of sugary crap hidden under the toilet rolls.Nice try kids.And why is it that kids can only ever find 1 shoe?Do the other ones bugger off en masse to a shoe rave and turn up worse for wear when they think you’re not looking?

I’ve spent many a morning envying the Mum’s at the school in a full face of make-up clean/ironed clothes and matching shoes.How the bloody hell do they do it?Do they get up at 3am or what?I’m not a pyjama clad school run Mum but the last thing on my mind is which lippy to wear!

They will always compete as to who can make the worst face on photos and you can guarantee that if one has a nice smile the other is busy digging for something up their left nostril!

As much as the sleep deprivation and constant refereeing does your head in I wouldn’t change it for the world.I absolutely love the bones of my kids and it’s all worth it!happy

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Teenage Heartbreak

Having seen my eldest go through the heartache that is being dumped for the first time, I can honestly say I REALLY don’t miss my teens! Yes, I had some great times, some really good giggles with the girls watching horror films that scared the shite out of me – those frigging Children of the Corn haunted me for years, horrible little bastards. Trying cider and black (still can’t touch that vile stuff to this day) and obviously getting my heart broken by what I thought at the time was the ‘love of my life’. In hindsight he was a completely spineless pillock who couldn’t even be bothered to tell me we were finished to my face, just ignored me until I stopped trying to contact him!

Anyone who had a relationship before mobiles will know the toe-curling embarrassment of ringing and being answered by your love interest’s Mum! When she sighs after realising it’s you again you know you’re the biggest loser on the planet! I think if mobiles had been around then he probably would have been one of those idiots that dump you by text or change themselves to single on Facebook so I probably didn’t come out that badly. I’ve refrained from spouting cheesy “plenty more fish in the sea” nonsense but it’s actually hard to know what to say despite the fact you’ve been through it several times – hey, I was young and an idiot, I know!

Sadly there is the fear that you won’t fit in with the other kids at school if you don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend but it’s not until you’re older and you see them cutting their toenails on your freshly vacuumed carpet that you realise being single wasn’t all bad! Why is it so bad to be single and happy as a teen?

We had none of this prom stuff where the dresses cost a squillion quid, I was lucky my teen is male but my time will come when my daughter grows up. School discos were all about standing around awkwardly sipping crap orange drink (with a thousand e numbers no doubt) through a plastic carton – or if you were really cool you turned it upside down and chewed away the corner! Generally I could be found stuffing my face with Scampi Nik-Naks and wishing I hadn’t worn my Mum’s turquoise stiletto shoes. Is it really any wonder I never had a boyfriend?! No-one really danced properly because the boys were far too manly for that and they all scarpered quicker than you could say bumfluff when Lionel Richie came on.

I would tell my teenage self to get out there and show them what they’re missing, no moping and ABSOLUTELY no second chances!!! Oh and while we’re at it, shell suits make you look stupid and you didn’t look good with the same perm that every other girl in year 11 was sporting! Maybe it was the overload of mousse and hairspray addling my immature brain. Yes, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!