Mr.Blab’s Egyptian uprising

Mr.Blab’s Egyptian uprising

 This blog post has been long time coming – ever since Cairo, oh 11 months ago. 

Mr.Blab makes another appearance with a short story for you. And as usual he is decorating it with his face. Is the man in love with himself or is he starved for recognition? Please discuss after ;)


As I’m sure most of our friends and readers have surmised by now, the Snapping Blabber is pretty much the boss of the family. Traditionally the man (me, Mr Blab) has been the head of the household. And I do believe that this is how our family the past. I can’t tell you an exact time or place when the power swung, but it swung. To my detriment. I think it was a slow, almost imperceptible shift toward SB that I didn’t even notice…until it was too late.

Having witnessed the Tahrir Square protests in Egypt I became inspired. I felt the wind beneath my wings. I decided to attempt a coup on Mama. It wasn’t really a well thought out plan, it was more of a spur of the moment, the winds are right kind of an idea. This would prove to be my downfall.

Walking along in Al-Azhar park in Cairo late in the afternoon one day I felt my moment…and I ran with it. Things went a little something…. like this:

The kids were after chocolate. My kids will do anything for chocolate….even wash their hair! So when Mama noticed that Miss Fab’s hair needed washing the conversation turned to “being good” and then we can get chocolate. Mama- controlling the acquisition of said chocolate, mentioned that she was the “Mubarak” (deposed leader of Egypt) of the family. The time for revolution had come. I saw my window of opportunity to try a wrestle back my rightful place as leader of the family,with free-flowing chocolate for all as my platform……I shouted “Its time for a revolution, kids! Daddy should be the new leader. Who’s with Daddy?”
At this time all three kids sided with me, Willy Wonkaesque visions swirling around in their heads. My own head was swimming with my newly restored power. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to grab back the position I had lost so long ago. Tahrir Square had taught me about the power of the people and I was reveling in it now. That is until Dodman (who I am holding triumphantly up in my left arm) says: “I want to go wis Mama.” Very shortly after this statement and Little B also decides to go back to Mama saying ” I dont want to boot Mama”. My newly acquired powers are disintegrating as quickly as they appeared. My only hope rests with Miss Fab now. ” I don’t want to take sides” she says…and just like that my coup was over.

Another lesson learned from our time in Egypt…there is power in numbers.


Reeling from this embarrassment, I turn and look over at Mama Mubarak and she has that subtle gloating look on her face that powerful dictators all seem to have. I guess I can’t complain though. For one brief moment I had overthrown the tyrant and returned to power. I had it!…and it felt GOOD.

Like sands through the hourglass….these are the days of our lives.

P.S. Don’t count me out just yet though…there will be other days, other chocolate requests…and I will be ready ;)
Viva la revolución!!