Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Monday, 29 December 2008
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Saturday, 27 December 2008
Friday, 26 December 2008
Thursday, 25 December 2008
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Monday, 22 December 2008
Sunday, 21 December 2008
- You could buy three boxes of Guinness for £20 (needless to day it was an option Daddy took up) and
- It was probably Jamie's last journey around a supermarket in a trolley equipped with a plastic baby seat
The photograph makes it obvious why - he's simply too enormous these days.
But this afternoon it was worth the effort in squeezing him in; there wasn't a lot of Guinness left and I wanted to make sure my three boxes were safe from other shoppers.
I mean, would you steal a drink from this baby?
Saturday, 20 December 2008
Friday, 19 December 2008
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Monday, 15 December 2008
Sunday, 14 December 2008
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
All mums worry about whether their sons are eating properly.
However, over the last six months, I've discovered their concern doesn't end there. Hell no.
It appears they get even more exercised about whether their grandsons are eating properly too - well, my mum does.
The more eagle-eyed amongst you may have noticed that our Jamie is quite a big boy for five and a bit months. Or, to put it another way, he doesn't appear to be on the brink of starvation.
But Granny White is still worried.
As it turns out, she has had to cram her worry bouts into shorter periods over the last couple of days as her and Grandpa Derek have been packing prior to flying here tomorrow night for a long weekend visit.
So, to make her journey more relaxing, I thought I would back-up the pictures of Jamie feeding himself (which I put up on this site on Saturday) with some brief video evidence.
And, with this, I rest the case for the defence.
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Monday, 8 December 2008
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Saturday, 6 December 2008
Friday, 5 December 2008
However, tonight is the Final so I hope you’ll allow me the luxury of conveying one or two thoughts on the class of 2008.
The title of least likeable “celebrity” surely has to go to plastic-fronted, empty-headed, poison-filled, bottle-blonde glamour model Nicola McLean who eventually got kicked out just a couple of days ago – I can’t believe anyone would vote for such a thoroughly unpleasant individual to stay in so long. The one type of person I dislike most in this life is a bully, and that’s what she was. I hope she’s cast back to obscurity in double quick time.
Then there was ex-housewives’ favourite turned small-minded bigot Robert Kilroy-Silk who I thought would annoy me much more than he did. He looked quite hurt when he discovered he was first to get the boot which, whilst initially pleasing, did make me think he might be human after all. Here’s hoping.
The weirdest person in camp was undoubtedly ex-policeman turned politician Brian Paddick who had no need to wash with his pants off and, as an ex-law enforcer, no need to tell so many lies (bad policeman!) His ego was the biggest in there and, apparently since coming out, he has demanded a minimum of £10,000 to sell his story – which is why no newspaper wants to buy it.
Esther Rantzen was a pleasant surprise - I thought she’d be Janet Steet Porter mark two (and not just because of her teeth) but she was actually quite fun.
And whilst I grew up liking Timmy Mallett (did you know Chris Evans used to be his tea boy?) his a-hooping and a-hollering did get on my nerves by the end and I was glad to see the back of him (even though it did mean Brain Paddick staying in for an extra night).
Carly Zucker, Dani Behr and Simon from Blue were just too dull to comment on which leaves just four.
First tonight’s three finalists. I didn’t think I’d warm to George Takei because, just prior to the show starting, he’d had a big public scrap with William Shatner (not that I read the gossip pages, you understand) and I always regarded Captain Kirk to be on the right side of any argument. But I think I was wrong – I’d now be proud to have George as my gay grandfather.
And Martina Navratilova displayed almost no ego or attitude, despite winning Wimbledon a record 10,000 times. Good for her and I hope she comes second tonight.
But the man who appears destined to win this year’s jungle crown is former EastEnder Joe Swash who I’d never previously heard of (I haven’t watched EastEnders since Lofty left). He seems genuine, down-to-earth and desperate for a break and I hope that’s what he gets tonight.
However, whilst Joe Swash looks likely to walk away with the spoils, to me the real King of the Jungle 2008 is ex-Dollar frontman David Van Day (pictured). Although it took a while to work out what made him tick, it eventually became clear that his only real motivation was to avoid becoming too bored. Thankfully his antics stopped us loyal viewers suffering the same fate. Bless the man and don’t forget to look out for him performing “Biff, Baff, Boff” in a small venue near you very soon – it’s inevitable.
So that’s what I think of this year’s “I’m a Celebrity” line-up.
And if you “hate that programme” or don’t watch it (and in my experience it tends to be people who don’t watch it who claim to “hate it”) then why have you read this far?!
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Singing - to help language development. All children sing before they learn to talk
Dancing - to help eye tracking, balance and spatial awareness
Exercise - to help with muscle development and to gain more control over movement
Massage - to help with bonding, relaxation and circulation
Exploration - to help with hand eye coordination, develop small motor skills and to encourage speech development
Social - to help parents and children create new friendships."
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Monday, 1 December 2008
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Coldplay very much fitted into the latter category last night.
The highlight for me was their summer hit Vida la Vida which, as luck would have it, was number one on the day Jamie was born. This is pretty "cool" in my book - and a much "cooler" song than American Pie by Don McLean which was top of the charts on the day I made my appearance (you're obviously entitled to disagree).