Last Waltz The problem parents have slowed down so much that they have come to creative full stop. A gentle and elegant discontinuation. Why? Well a number of reasons really. Brat girl has grown into a beautiful young woman, she's becoming independent and increasingly emotionally self-sufficient. There is less need for the problem parents to intervene in her once chaotic life. She's spending less and less time around the familial home. Consequently she's not proving the wealth of material that she used to. Crap dad started a new job earlier this year and this has demanded a great deal of energy and creativity. The saga of 20six's move to a new platform, and the resulting exodus of many of their favourite bloggers, seems to have knocked the stuffing out of the problem parents enthusiasm for their blog. This along with a developing interest (or maybe obsession) with Flickr has meant that Underbrella and the 20six community have been... shall we say... ignored. So where do we go from here? The problem parents have decided tocease adding to this incarnation of Underbrella. We're going to play with the new platform before deciding what shape, content and focus Underbrella will have in the future. Hopefully this won't take long. Can we therefore take the opportunity to say a big 'Thank You' to all the people who have read and contributed to this blog. It's been a pleasure recording our lives for you!

1.6.06 19:22 Permalink / 5 Comments / comment

Used and abused Crap dad arrives home on Friday evening from work to find brat girl's paints and canvas', left from the previous evening, all over the living room floor. Txt from crap dad to brat girl: “I presume you're coming back this evening to put away your painting stuff.” Txt from brat girl to crap dad: “Erm no. I'm at bob's.” Txt from crap dad to brat girl: “I'm tempted to put it all in the bin. I don't see why I should tidy up after you've been off all day.” Txt from brat girl to crap dad:”Ive been at aunties all day workin so i aint bin in al day. I got up got redi did wot my mom tld me n went to auntie's” Txt from crap dad to brat girl: “The I've been at aunties all day doesn't work. I've been at work too. For once take some responsibility.”

8.4.06 11:03 Permalink / 7 Comments / comment

Throw Away Society Monday 3.45pm “Hello dad. Sorry for phoning you at work but I'm of to casualty. I tripped over earlier and I've hurt mi wrist. It's all swollen and really hurts” explains brat girl. “Do you want me to come with you?” asks crap dad. “No, you're all right. I'm going wi so-an-so. I just thought I'd phone ya and tell ya what I'm doin' just in case it takes a while. I wouldn't want ya t' be worried.” explains brat girl “OK, keep me informed about what's happening.” says crap dad. “I will. Bye” ends brat girl cheerily. Monday 5.00pm Txt from crap dad to brat girl, “How's the wrist?” Monday 6.30pm Txt from crap dad to brat girl, “Where r u? R u still at the hospital? Contact us as soon as u can, please. Hope you're ok. Love dad xxx” Monday 7.15pm “Hello dad, I've just left the hospital and am on mi way to college to pick up mi stuff. The doctor says I've sprained mi wrist and torn some of the ligaments. I'll be back 'ome in about an hour.” Monday 8.00pm “Hi, I'm back. Do we have any bandages?” asks brat girl even before she's closed the front door. “Eh? What did you say my love” enquires evil stepmother “Why don't you come in here rather than speaking to us from the hall.” Brat girl enters the living room with her arm in a sling “Do we have any bandages? Repeats brat girl with a slight tone of exasperation in her voice. “Haven't you just been to the hospital? If they thought it needed bandaging then they would have put one on?” states evil stepmother. “They did.” “Where is it it then?” asks crap dad rather puzzled. “Er, it got it wet so I threw it away.”

4.4.06 07:29 Permalink / 18 Comments / comment

Cruella De Brat Evil stepmother turns to crap dad smilling and says “When she got home last night brat girl told me that bob had injured himself at work. He's done something to his ankle. She said he was going to the hospital today to have it checked. She just texted me saying, 'Hey mom, im at bobs. Hes has broke his ankle lol' ... that girl can be so cruel sometimes!” “That's my girl.” replies crap dad vaingloriously.

1.4.06 08:42 Permalink / 3 Comments / comment

Does she have tea? Txt from Crap dad to brat girl: “R U joining us for tea tonight, we r making a curry?” Txt from brat girl to crap dad: “No i tld mom i wor at bobs tonite. Sorry. Xww" Txt from crap dad to brat girl: "ESM's response, 'did she? Well mum weren't listening'" Txt from brat girl to crap dad: “Orite wel u no now dnt u. lol. Av a nice curry. Xxx"

30.3.06 18:00 Permalink / 11 Comments / comment

lost in (cyber) space “Erm, haven't we forgotten something?” asks evil stepmother. “No I don't think so” responds crap dad. “I'm sure we have. Brat girl returned home on Sunday after partying all weekend, so its not her. We've ordered the shopping on-line. I dunno, I feel as though we've forgotten to do something” reflects evil stepmother. Later “We've been spending an awful lot of time on flickr... that's it... the blog. We haven't posted in weeks. We came back from our break and neglected it” gasps evil stepmother. “I blame brat girl. We hardly ever see her nowadays... she's not providing the material she used to. She even managed to get her act together for mothers day, a card, present and wrapping paper all home made and on time. Though she was completely wrecked and hungover and not much company. Perhaps the old saying, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' is true” ruminates crap dad. The problem parents look at each other and simultaneously say, “Naaagh!”

28.3.06 18:08 Permalink / 6 Comments / comment

Quote of the week “If I were askin' fo' money to go out on piss, ya wunt give it mi. So am askin' ya ta give mi sum fo the cinema.”

3.3.06 18:22 Permalink / 8 Comments / comment

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