"Where every concept pleases, and only man is vile."
World cup fever is building to a climax here in freezing London. Have you got your team picked and registered for the Fantasy Cricket World Cup 2003 yet?
My team are known as Dexter’s minions
, if you fancy pitting your wits against me then send me your team PIN number and I’ll set up a league-within-a-league.
It is official. The rumours of my wife’s condition are true. Bobo and I will be welcoming the pitter patter of tiny Todd feet later this year.
We have just been for the three month scan and all is well. All of the required bits and pieces are in place and we now have our fingers crossed. Although I may get a little bit of cramp if I leave them like that for the remainder of the pregnancy.
The current estimated time of arrival is August. The little mite already has a nickname, we are calling it Bod. And, yes, I appreciate the irony of that name. All I wish to say is that it beats Daisy.
Whilst I am on the topic of names, I would just like it known that no child of mine will be named after a flower. Unless she she says so.
Jonathon Delacour nails the mood of the people in this post on his blog. I think he speaks for a surprising majority of us, and in a much more eloquent style than I could manage. If you haven’t stopped by Mr Delacour’s corner of the web I heartily suggest you do so, it is rarely dissapointing.
We will now return to our regular schedule of popular culture bashing, grumpiness and mentions of obscure British pop bands.
Today, I shall be mainly making plans for Nigel. Bloody marvellous.
This week is officially Celebrity Blog Week
as I have stumbled across Dave Barry’s Blog and Richard Herring’s warming up. [Courtesy of MetaFilter and Danny O’Brien]
It is also nice to see that Dave shares my opinion of Lord of the Toss. The best line in his review has to be "Also, they have the hand-to-hand combat skills of alfalfa".
I’m not sure what this tells us, other than universal contraception maybe isn’t such a bad idea.
For everyone else, of course.
Found today, the Canonical list of Fast Show catchphrases. I do not seriously know how I survived without the knowledge that this list exists. Oh, and because we were watching Happiness last night. [Courtesy of Matthew Thomas]
Whilst I am dealing in trivia, have another spoonful. The king of all radio (Danny Baker) this morning came up with one of the most original catch phrases I think I have ever heard. It was;
"Radio is the drug, this show is crack and your lips are suckling on the pipe."
Finally, a little light gossip for Mrs Palmer. The candyman announced this morning that he has signed up to appear in ‘stenders as Shane Richie’s big brother. I think it was just a wind up, but stranger things have happened. If it does turn out to be true remember where you heard it first. Of course, if it doesn’t just forget that I ever mentioned it.
Well, it beats working for a living.
In my ongoing quest to prove that I am not the saddest person on the planet I would like to point out that I was not the person who had a package delivered from this web site today. It was the person who is laughingly referred to as my boss.
Things are very, very quiet around here at the moment. This is probably due to it being January and here in London most people hibernate until the weather improves. With a bit of luck and a following wind this will be some time around May. But I’m not holding my breath.
Mind you, it looks like we do have the odd engagement over the next month or so.
Just to give you an idea of the social whirl that is life with the Todds, we have dinner with the visiting Hennessys tomorrow night. In February, on successive weeekends, we have a birthday party for Phoebe Lewis (who is turning 5), a celebration of the in-law’s Ruby wedding anniversary and a visit from the 70’s throwback and his lovely wife.
After that I think the prudent course of action will be to go into hibernation until May. I may occassionally crank open an eyelid to view the six nations though.