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I'm Up For An Award!

I started writing when my twin boys were born last year.

There were three reasons behind starting the blog:

1.I was shit scared about becoming a dad and a blog seemed like a slightly healthier outlet than binge drinking or shouting at traffic.

2.I was keen to document (with honesty) all the new experiences that parenthood would give me, without the soft-focus bullshit filter that so many parenthood books use. And what a great thing this would be for me and my boys to look back on in twenty years time!

3.I thought if I was REALLY lucky, I might get a ten minute routine out of it for my stand up.

What I didn’t expect was:

1.An audience. An actual audience for god’s sake! A real life gang of people who read, like & share the bloody thing! Wow.

2.To receive so many lovely messages from you lot – ranging from fellow parents who’ve offered advice, dads who’ve told me to hang on in there, and even new mums suffering from Post-Natal Depression who’ve told me my blog has made them laugh on a particularly dark day. Very humbling. (There’s also some who’ve said my blog should be taught in schools to prevent people from ever having kids…)

3.To be nominated for an AWARD!

What? I know! Actually, several of them in the MAD Blog Awards 2016. 

It’s all a bit surreal but I’ve been put forward for Best Blog, Best Blog Writer, Best New Blog, Best Baby Blog, Best Pregnancy Blog and Best Pre-school Blog. I’m pretty sure I was up for ‘Most Generous Lover’ too but I think they’ve decided to ditch that category this year. Typical.

So this is where it gets a bit awkward. I kind of need you to nominate me you see. I know, I know, I can feel the tension in the room too. I’m pretty sure this isn’t how the Oscars are decided.

I suppose what I’m saying is, if you’ve enjoyed my blog at all over the last year, I’d be super grateful and very much appreciative if you’d take 30 seconds out of your day to nominate me in any of the categories above, or any of the others you feel are appropriate.

All you need to do is paste my website address www.samaverycomedian.co.uk into this link and I promise to empty your nappy bin for the rest of the year. That is a cast iron promise too, and definitely not just a little joke.

Thanks for reading my blog and also for getting all the way to the bottom of what is essentially a begging letter,

Sam
x

Comments

Unknown said…
Nominated... Good luck! I love your blog, it's kept me from licking windows
Sam Avery said…
Thanks Ros! That's quite the review!
Unknown said…
Consider it done...get the bin bags ready
LouLou said…
Best day of last year - when you actually replied to one of my comments.
Delme Jones said…
I jumped most of the begging letter, just searched instructions. No time for general reading. Our twins are in bed and I'm not wasting time reading, need to do nothing.

Best of luck from another twin daddy :) It does get easier despite what people say. Ours are just past two years old and they carry stuff from A to C to B and back to A where it is left, but the idea is there ;)

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