Aaaaaw! Look at the babies!

I am officially an old fogey. They say you know you’re getting old when policemen start to look younger but what about pop stars? When popstrels begin look like they’re on a day trip from primary school, and they are not involved with a novelty Christmas song, then the end is indeed nigh.

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor (Arctic Monkeys)

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My current favourites among the popular beat combos are these guys, the Arctic Monkeys. Look at them! Their combined age can’t be more than fourteen and a half!!!! Aren’t they sweet?

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Speaking of babies I haven’t seen my young nephew, Bean, in a while. He’s developing at such a rate that he’ll probably be driving a car next time I see him (he’s 15 months old).

It’s probably because he’s my flesh and blood but I think he’s just amazing. A genius. I first saw him when he was brand new, only about nine hours old. Already he was squirming around, trying to get up. For months you could see the frustration on his face because he hated having to stay where he was put. He wanted to be able to get around under his own power. He started crawling (months ago), seemed to get bored with that almost immediately and has been walking since he was about eight months old! Now come on. That’s damned advanced, isn’t it? He doesn’t talk much yet but I’m hugely impressed by his communication skills. He manages fine without words. His requirements are limited and he seems to be able to get across exactly what he needs without recourse to language.


Now, I have a theory about young Bean’s prodigious physical prowess. Sister (Frog) and Brother-in-law (Bobo) went to Cuba for their honeymoon. I recon they must have flown over the Bermuda triangle. Next thing you know… baby on the way.

Don’t you see? He’s a super-advanced alien baby! Shhhh! Don’t tell the Feds. And you never heard it from me…