Sunday, February 01, 2009
There's child abuse, and then there's child abuse.
Some parents really do know how to set up a retirement fund.
Let's hope they sleep straight in bed at night ... but that's probably a big stretch.
Why am I thinking Jelena Dokic's father Damir? Why am I thinking the precocious, fallen and eventually redeemed Capriati? Why am I thinking Sharapova's relentlessly driving father? Why am I thinking the new kid on the block, Tomic's father? Why am thinking that kiddies of that age should be writing to pen pals, collecting stamps and getting their rocks off on the centrefolds in Enid Blyton books?
Labels: Places head between knees and takes deep breaths ... lots of 'em., Really must stop pedantically pissing into the windmills of Don Quixote and just give up.
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