This is my first post. 

My name is Gregg and I was just a regular guy who was fortunate enough to find an amazing woman to agree to spend the rest of her life with me, however I was still just a guy albeit a very fortunate one.

But that all changed on the 22nd of August 2016.

My wife gave birth to a 2.67kg life,mind and world changing blessing in the former of a little girl named Scarlett-Grace.

In an instant I was transformed from a mere mortal to someone not even fucking Batman would be brave enough to challenge. 

Without doing anything of substance of became a unique type of superhero.

A protector,guardian.

I became a father to a GIRL.


The Truth

The truth is not everything is meant to last forever.

Happy or sad, good or bad.

At some point all things come to an end.

They say that if you want something bad enough you need to fight for it.

I disagree.

Fighting for something only makes you feel more entitled to it once you have it.

I like to think that if you want something or someone and you have it, and they want you back.

That’s worth keeping.

Nothing worth having is worth fighting for.

If it was or is worth it you shouldn’t have to fight for it.



One day, for a reason I’m not fully aware of I did a little in depth reading of what the definition and/or defining characteristics of a psychopath are.

Ticking more boxes than I would of thought for myself made me incredibly nervous.

But after reading more,the very fact that it made me nervous helped me realise I didn’t have too much to be nervous about.


Put that in your brain and play with it.


A Rant and a Rave

Sorry I am new to all this so finding my bearings but I need to write about this in order to get some of the frustration out.

When was it decided that relatives,grandparents and close friends are given carte blanch in terms of how they judge the decisions you make no matter how big or small in the interest of your new child ???

When did asking them to please wash your hands after smoking a fucking cigarette and attempting to pick up my daughter become “disrespectful”.

Why is leaving a party at your closest friends house a bit early because we as parents are fucking brand new to this and when our tiny little fragile human who depends completely on us, begins to fuss and the only sure thing to stop that is to get her home in to her and our comfort zone.

When did having a child become more about everyone else than about the actual child.

I am not saying I am without fault in life but for shit sakes, people’s constant effort to ensure their own happiness has become a dark and dirty hindrance from enjoying the actual thing which should be appreciated.