After the “Pooh Hands” incident of a few days ago, Verity redeemed herself by dancing for her baby brother whilst singing the words “Herbie Man” to the tune of Teddy Bear’s Picnic and giving him one of her teddy bears…
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It has been almost a year since the incident and still we find ourselves in the press. At the end of the week a big advertorial and advert appears as part of our drive to put the past behind us and encourage the Great British PublicTM to part with their cash.
I have seen the true nature of fear. Forget the maniac in the hockey mask or an unexpected visit from the tax inspector… No, true horror can be expressed in two words uttered with absolute glee by a child: “Poo hands!” Be afraid, be very afraid…
I know the headline sounds like a list of my sexual proclivities, but I saw this news item on the BBC website and it gave me an instant music-tech horn…
I love you Eigenharp and want you to be mine.
We took baby Herbie in with us as we got Verity out of bed this morning. She greeted her brother by blowing a kiss, which was completely unprompted. These are the riches of life…
There’s nothing quite like walking around naked at 3.30am rocking baby to sleep…
It is my great pleasure to introduce to you Herbie James Lock who was born today 29th September 2009 at roughly 10.15am. Weighing in at a respectable 8lbs 6oz, the little darling pee’d on the surgeon and then the midwife. That’s my boy!
For those of you who want to know why “Herbie” – I used to love those films featuring the white Volkswagon Beetle made by Walt Disney and the name also has a strong musical heritage: Herb Alpert, Herbie Hancock and Herbie Flowers. Derived from the Germanic “Herbert” (Come here, you little
Herbert – when I am angry with him) the name means illustrious strong warrior.
And my dream of him was spot on.
He is brilliant!