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On reflection, this album should have been called "Songs from the Big Hair".

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There is an amusing story involving me, number 1 son and an inordinate amount of poo coming, just as soon as I can get the words sounding right and in some sort of order.

Whilst I’m slaving over a hot keyboard I’d like to leave you with a thought;

The hour is late, the lager rather refreshing. Tears For Fears’ Seeds of Love is on the stereo. How can you not sit on the sofa, nod your head and think "Life is good"

Its my birthday, happy day to me. Like Simon I’m a sparkling 23 years old. Smashing.

Today I shall mostly be opening presents and watching Rugby. Super.

With the news of the impending impending reformation of Cold Chisel the sales of flannel shirts "at Lowes" have gone through the roof. Discerning music fans, however, just shrug their shoulders and are thankful that the streets will be free of Utes when Jimmy and the boys play a gig in the local pub.

After extensive research we have discovered that the possible reasons for them getting back together again are; that Barnesey is skint (again) or that they are all so feeble minded that they still think its the 1980s. Dear, oh, dear.

Jann has some words of advice for aspiring parents. Thanks for the pointer Steve. They are a bit late for she and I, but just in time for the Palmers.

Reading test eleven reminds me of something. Mum – I’m sorry about the green marks on the lining of the dining room curtains in Moat Drive. It was Iain’s idea, honest. And yes, it was snot.

Is it un-Australian to have a laugh at George Gregan’s expense? In this interview the Wallaby captain says, and I quote, "I think defence will play a massive role in this tournament. .. I think attack will be big too."

As opposed to what, George? Running around the middle of the park shouting "Look at me, I’m enormous"? Donkey.

The 70’s throwback and I were discussing back catalogues at the weekend, and I casusally mentioned that I’d like to renew my acquaintance with the fine works of Tears For Fears. Well blow me if they aren’t getting back together again. I’m a little suspicious that the new material won’t quite have the impact of the old, but you never know your luck in the big city.

Of course, I’m now off to Amazon – just to check out the prices of The Seeds of Love and Songs from the Big Chair. There won’t be any accidental pressing of the "buy" button, certainly not.

One of my colleagues turned up in the office today sporting a new iPod. Whilst its the industry leader and commands a premium price, it makes my Archos jukebox look very "last century"

If I can spare a couple of quid from the nappy budget I’d love to upgrade. Something tells me it will have to wait until the next generation (of iPods) though.

Today the Guardian has published a list of the 40 greatest British bands today. Which is quite nice, but does miss a few tricks.

Where are (rather predictably), Prefab Sprout, Marillion, Francis Dunnery and Chris Difford? I’d also suggest that the top 40 should contain Turin Brakes, purveyors of top quality tunes and residents of Balham.

Well, its Friday, and its been the Labour party conference this week. The only issue getting anywhere near my collar is ID cards.

A quick summary – having an ID card gives me no benefit whatsoever and has lots of potential down side, including and not limited to identity theft.

Sorry Tony and David, I shan’t be voting for you whilst you have a policy to introduce ID cards.

For more reading, may I suggest this quick summary of the pros and cons of the issue and the work of liberty on the subject.

There, that feels better, now back to our regular schedule of Paddy McAloon worship and the discussion of nappy changing techniques.