Let's be honest, children are gits. Total, complete, utter little gits. I was no exception, and this book is about that, really - the stuff I did as a child and the occasional bit of self-justification, though we all know that there was no real reason for most of it.


This book outlines a bunch of honest stories of times my parents wanted to rip their hair out, and my reflections looking back on it now as a proper grown-up (ish).