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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Babies and that

Yes, I've been on holiday. In Galway, in fact. It was incredibly beautiful, incredibly peaceful, incredibly relaxing, and people, you're going to bored over the next week by the tales I have to tell you and the photos I have to show you. It's all very beautiful and incredible.


Today, my brother's wife gave me a new word to bandy about the place for the next 18 years or so, while I get used to the idea: "nephew".

I've got a nephew.

(It's all about me)

My nephew was born in Dublin today just after midday, weighing in at 7lbs 3ounces, and almost three weeks early, and I'm absolutely thrilled. This is me (and his Mummy) looking thrilled:

I'm the one with the child, holding him like a bag of sugar. I'm not a natural. This is his foot (taken by his mother, who insisted on showing me his feet, since as she put it "I've spent the last 9 months making them"):

This picture made me want to cry - three generations of men in my family:

There's no name as yet, although there are a few being bandied about. Tomorrow evening we fly back to London, and I'm absolutely thrilled (I may have already mentioned) that I got to see my nephew on his first day here. Brilliant.

Welcome to the family, little man.


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