"Where every concept pleases, and only man is vile."
What sort of father would I be if I took advice from Scaryduck’s thinly veiled alter ego? You’ve got to admit that the childrens home bit is a corker though, and I am very tempted to give it a try. In the meantime we are practising a little call and response;
"Who is the king?"
"Daddy!"
Watch out for big parenting news later this week. Oh, the intrigue.
Thanks to one of those workplace lunch time conversations I ended up compiling a couple of top five lists today. These serve no purpose but for some reason the act of assembling a list appeals to the anal retentive in me. Anyway, whats the point of the exercise if you don’t share. So here you are, and in no particular order;
Note that these are my current favourites and due to the fact that I’m a fickle so and so they may change before I hit the "publish" button.
During a conversation with the Del Boy of the Midlands yesterday I came to a worrying realisation. I haven’t been in a pub since Christmas Day.
Thats right, the 25th of December, last year. As that was just a ten minute pint-and-dash while I was waiting for the spuds to boil it doesn’t really count. So I haven’t spent an evening in a hostelry for over three weeks. It looks like I’ve successfully become a parent then.
I should break out of this behaviour pattern, but I’m too tired and plain lazy to bother. I need to make more of an effort or it will be quiet nights in watching the likes of Holby City and Corrie for me. Which is not a pleasing prospect, a chap needs his quality lager time you know.
As a corollary to yesterday’s peace about how wonderful Australia is try this article from the Sydney Morning Herald. It may be a great country, full of great people – and I’m standing up and humming "Waltzing Matilda" as I write this – but its suffering from the same disease as the UK and the US, crap politician syndrome.
I for one shall be voting monster raving loony in the upcoming general election. If the party hasn’t been registered yet in Australia I’ll be round for your signature on my petition pretty soon.
Girt by sea my arse.
This is why we are moving back to Australia, or at least a compelling description of why its just such a nice place to live in.
It also partially explains why I don’t intend to spend any time in the freedom loving USA any time soon. Well, in conjunction with the news that all visitors will be photographed and fingerprinted.
Land of the free my arse.
Its late, I’ve been watching the cricket on TV, wishing I was there, and imbibing a couple of nelsons. But the only thing I wish to say is – blimey, Jason Gillespie needs a haircut. The big mullet wearing woofter.
Chastised by my lovely wife for putting a photo on the last post that makes our son look like "a monkey boy", I dug the memory card out of my camera, extracted the pictures on it and knocked up a quick page of selected highlights. You can view it here.
I’m doing a little tinkering under the bonnet of this here web site today. As that involves a little thinking on my part there is very little spare brain capacity to come up with something interesting and erudite to put here. Hence the fallback of proud fathers everywhere, a picture of my son. Say hello to Alexander everyone. He would like you to know that he rather enjoyed Christmas, apart from having to wear the silly outfit that Mummy bought for him.
At least, I think so, because the TIME Person of the Year 2003: The American Soldier has to be tongue in cheek, doesn’t it? Please tell me it is.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, mainly a small boy with a temperature, we have spent New Years Eve at home. Suffice it to say that I have kept the side up and imbibed a couple of nelsons. There were also sherbets imbibied before the midnight hour. Its just a shame that she made me watch this.
Oh dear.
But happy new year to anyone who is reading.