Dear Dave

Friday 7 November 2008

PlayStations and Pooh

Dear other Daves and non-Daves,

It's time to break the fourth wall of this fictionalised blog for a moment and say thank you to all of you who turn up and read DadsDinner on a regular basis. I appreciate your support, comments and feedback over the last couple of years. You're all lovely, lovely people.

And, yes, I do need a favour...

I've recently cobbled together painstakingly selected and polished the best bits of Dear Dave and compiled them into a novel called PlayStations and Pooh. The book is available to read in its entirety on Authonomy.com, a site run by the publishers HarperCollins as a way for aspiring authors to display their work.

Check it out now and rediscover why Scary Karen is so scary, why Useless Dad is so useless and why penguins are a housedad's best friend. Pick up tips on potty training, not going mad, getting enough sleep and conducting industrial espionage with doughnuts. Laugh and cry with Ed all over again in an easily accessible format, complete with proof-reading and everything.

Go on. Head to Authonomy and chortle like it's 2007. There's nothing you really have to get done in the next few minutes, is there?

Just one thought before you go, however... At the end of each month, HarperCollins reads the top five books as voted for by registered users of the site. Registering only takes five minutes and doesn't require much more than your name, email address and a password. Once you're signed up, you can add books you like the sound of to a handy watchlist to come back to later. You will also have a bookshelf capable of holding up to five books. Putting a book on your bookshelf brings it votes.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

Excellent. (Lovely and smart!)

There's plenty of other great stuff available on Authonomy and it's all free. Go have a look around. If you could 'bookshelf' PlayStations and Pooh while you're there, I'd be grateful. Comments and criticism would also be handy.

Here's that link one more time:

PlayStations and Pooh

Thanks once again for your support - keeping this site going can have its moments:

Cartoon demonstrating the irony of spending time writing a website about how fantastic being a housedad is rather than actually getting on with being a housedad.

Cheers,

Edmund.

PS Did I mention my book? PlayStations and Pooh

8 comments:

Gwen said...

Just wanted to let you know that I registered at the site and added your book to my bookshelf. Good luck! :)

DadsDinner said...

Cheers, Gwen! I appreciate it. PlayStations & Pooh now up to 173.

Mockingbird said...

It's an awesomely funny collection of emails.... with added warmth and charm.....

DadsDinner said...

Hi Mockingbird. Glad you could make it.

Maybe I should try persuading more people from Authonomy to come here. It seems to be working better than the other way about...

Mockingbird said...

Do the clicky linky thingy in one of the threads.... you should indeed invite some people in here.

I find Playstations and Pooh inspiring. There's something distinctly appealing about such a good humoured account of domestic life, witty without complaint.... even Scary Karen has a kind of cuddliness about her.....

DadsDinner said...

When you have three small children controlling your life, there are two main survival mechanisms: laughing and crying.

Laughing is more fun.

(Although a small amount of beer is also good...;-))

Mockingbird said...

Laughing is a lot more fun.... before my husband's children went to live permanently with their mother (long story) they lived with us. I used to play The Goon Show in the car all the time, one of the best cures for the are we nearly there yets that I have ever come across!. Of course the downside to this, is that the eldest two, then nine and five, became word perfect in Bluebottle and Seagoon. Which could then be wielded like a weapon at any time!

DadsDinner said...

I hate to say it, but The Goon Show was a little before my time (although I have kind of heard of it).

Will have to give you the bemused look that recent graduates give me when I talk to them about Margaret Thatcher...