Better than a kick in the knickers with a winklepicker

1 - Violet has discovered blowing raspberries. Unfortunately she uses far to much spit and enjoys doing it while she's eating, so mummy tends to get a wet face.

2 - She also thinks the Wombling Song is Hi-larious. As do I. We like to dance to it.

3 - On 'Chain Reaction' on R7 is a lovely half hour of Bill Bailey interviewing Simon Pegg. It'll be up til midday Sunday on the 'Listen Again' service here - http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbc7/listenagain/sunday/

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Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Thanks, Cathy!

...or words to that effect.
I have been abandonned this evening, Hubs has gone up to Smokey to watch a BAFTA preview screening of a fillum about Football Hooligans with his buddy, leaving me literally Holding The Baby.

Except that I'm not.

She nodded off properly at about half past the ten with me cuddling her as usual, and since there is no early-night-needing Hubby already in bed at this time I am introducing myself to a very odd new concept: Putting the baby down to sleep in her cot in the bedroom, unattended. Can't say I'm entirely comfortable with it, but she'll have to start going to bed alone before us at some point. All the doors are open and the house silent so I can hear if she cries, but still it feels rather odd.

Did my usual 'Husband away' thang - ie re-watching stuff that he's sick of - usually involving The Depp. Watched Sleepy Sleepy Hollow tonight... I do love Ichabod Crane. Another black of hair, brown of eye redeemed coward and social pariah. *Dreamy sigh*. Then decided to watch the glorious 'making of' footage on the Press gang DVD, which I haven't seen in ages. Cue lots of a very young La Reynolds grinning at the camera, improvising nonsense and generally seeking attention instead of saying anything sensible about the show whatsoever. *Another dreamy sigh*.

Also discovered how difficult it is to give a squiggly baby a bath when you don't have a second pair of hands to call upon and made Vi chuckle by singing 'For she's a silly old Mummy' to the tune of 'For he's a jolly good fellow' while changing her. Oh, and bought some classic mid 90s choons off Do You Like My Tight Sweater? by Moloko... yet another of my many teenaged posessions which went missing when my parents split. 'I dreamt that the Bogeyman went down on Mr Spock' and so on.

Tis done! wily_eyebrows - Fans of The Actor Paul Reynolds. Woo hoo!

Made a few more GBoEF icons...

...you can never have too many, can you?' - thankyou Ricky Gervais for making me cry at that one!

Well, I'm glad we went to the Baftas last year instead of this - firstly because I'd much rather watch Stephen Fry than Wossy and secondly - did you see that venue??? We'd have been stuck up in the Gods if we'd been there. Well, I thought Naomi Harris, Volver and yer fella who played Bonio Blair wuz robbed but I was pleased to see Helen Mirren get the Best Actress gong (isn't she beautiful!) and although I thought Little Miss Sunshine was a superior film I was still glad to see The Queen get the Best Film award anyway. Stephen Frears is a genuinely good egg, very generous to new film makers and helped Hubs make his film when other directors less than his calibre wouldn't even view Hubs' showreel.


Just watched eppie 2 of Ghostbusters of East Finchley. Wheeee! Moped Love! Sweaty Reynolds! Ray Winstone dressed as a cockroach!

Time for bed, though.

Still pregnant. Still 26 (just). Still permanently hungry & sleepy (except at bedtime when I get all irritable).

Rarrrr! This is getting mighty annoying now! I was getting some interesting aches in the small of my back last night/this morning but it appears that these have done nothing, nor has my trip to the hospital today. ( A tale of gynecological woe - ye be warned! ) So anyway the long and the short of it is that labour doesn't appear in any way imminent, and it's looking more and more likely that I'll go over my due date.

I wouldn't feel so useless if I could actually *do* stuff. Took the tree down and got some groceries today, and that's been about it. Don't have the mental capacity to write whatsoever. Meh!

EDIT: Having listened to the latest installment of Trevor's World Of Sport on R4 I'm utterly falling for Sammy Dobbs. A self-obsessed, sociopathic, possibly Autistic character created by the men who brought me Damien Day and Colin Mathews - I never stood a chance. This week he ran the London Marathon on a day's notice and absolutely no training dressed as a Gnu in order to impress a humourless German Lesbian. Feel The Love!

Ah, have finally watched the Paul Reynolds Holby Eppie (thanks, Oh Violet One!) Ah, he really is good - I really liked all his nervous stuff at the beginning, and his delivery of 'but she *was* engaged. She was engaged to me', considering the truth that came out in the end. Hubs reckons he's 'looking old' and has 'let himself go', but I'm still positive he's some sort of vampire - he seems to be aging at 1/2 the normal speed and could probably still pass for late 20s in that eppie.

However - unless all of the other male actors in that were 6 footers, there is no way on God's holy earth that man is 5'6". He looked about my height, which is nowt to be ashamed of. It's practically perfect in every way.

But how comes rubbish old Michael French is still getting lots of work when Paul's stuck doing cameos and my gorgeous, talented Uni chum Ben is spending his youth acting in the doldrums of Crimewatch reconstructions? Hmm? It's a sick, sad world out there in British Showbiz, I tells ya.