The 17 deadly weapons of the middle-class child

YOUR skin prickles. The hair on your neck stands up. A middle-class child is approaching, armed and dangerous. But which of its deadly weapons will it choose? 

Scooters

Every child of means has at least three and often as many as seven, all ready to swing jarringly into your shinbone however carefully you try to pass.

Baked goods

Delilah is charging £2 each for her fairy cakes. She made them herself, with her filthy, unwashed hands, and if you do not eat one she will cry and her mother will glare.

Double-barrelled names

Both forenames and surnames. Your lack of familiarity with either will be judged, and mistaking a second forename for a surname punished with public humiliation.

Sporting equipment

Each larger, more expensive and more likely to accidentally crack you on the back of the head than the last. Though even a table tennis paddle can hurt, when placed correctly.

Musical instruments

See above, with the option of an oboe solo.

Germs

Leo is unable to cover his precious mouth when he coughs because he has asthma. If you chide him, you are ableist.

Familiarity with an Ottoleghi menu

It’s not natural for a nursery age child to have an appreciation for harissa. It will kill something vital deep inside you.

A innate lack of parental discipline

They’re ‘gentle parenting’, which means you’re the one apologising when young Pippa pulls your dog’s tail and it snaps. You find yourself promising to have her put down.

Private school uniform

Due to an archaic tradition, that boater contains live ammunition.

Ability to tolerate natural snacks

You merely learned to tolerate chia seeds in your porridge. Jemima was raised on them.

Overbred small pet

Verging on an exotic animal, but not quite because mummy knows someone in that government department.

Overbred puppy

Bought when the above small pet disappears in mysterious circumstances that go unaddressed on the family Instagram.

Support of artistic ambitions

Hugo will never need think seriously about his career prospects, just as you will never be ready for the performance of his autobiographical poetry.

Volume/pitch

While it may be a myth that opera singers can shatter wine glasses with their voices alone, it is not the case for the beret-clad school excursion you crossed paths with at the V&A.

Emotional literacy

If you disagree with six-year-old Gabriella, you’ll be called a gaslighter before you can say ‘Montessori’.

Tailored clothing

You thought the outfit you chose for your friend’s wedding was nice. Next to the flower girl’s hand-tailored couture dress it is a mere rag even while she soils herself.

Self-confidence

At the end of the day, no matter what they’re armed with, you know your worth. Which is nothing compared to a child raised on Deliciously Ella. Surrender and hope you are allowed to live.

Summer romances harder to fake, moan teenagers

TEENAGERS have complained it is no longer possible to return from a fortnight in Crete claiming to have spent the whole time shagging. 

While previous generations could plausibly pretend to have spent the whole of a family holiday in an all-inclusive resort enjoying a whirlwind romance with individuals called Pavlos or Inga, today’s 16-year-olds demand pictures or it did not happen.

Tom Booker, aged 14, said: “The burden of proof is simply too high on my generation, and it’s not fair.

“My dad, misty-eyed, told me all about the red-hot fortnight-long f**k-fest he’d enjoyed with a Spanish girl called Rosalia in 1995 which was the envy of all his friends. Even though it didn’t happen and he spent the whole time squeezing spots while reading Stephen King.

“You didn’t even have to go abroad, mum said. She’d invented a whole romance with an fisherman called Morgan and they’d only gone to Whitby. Your peer group was powerless to prove it false and, even more, they wanted to believe.

“Now? You’d have photos, texts, TikToks together, nudes, the lot. When I dared lie I’d chatted to a hot German called Helga it was quickly disproven with a date-ranged search of geotags.”

Father Matt said: “Of course, in a couple of years you’ll be able to do it all with AI. The golden years of claiming to have lost your virginity on a Sitges sunbed will be right back.”