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Well, that was quite nice to watch. More coverage here. “I don’t like Cricket, oh no, I love it "

According to this week’s Popbitch the artist behind MusicalMystery.com is George Michael. Who do you think it is?

According to the Guardian today Mr Blair is going to introduce national identity cards sooner rather than later. The article includes this pearler; “Mr Blair insisted that the government had won over those who opposed the controversial move for civil liberties reasons …” Oi Tony! Over here son. I still haven’t been convinced. My position hasn’t changed since last October and I haven’t heard anything from you on the subject, so how can you say that the doubters have been won over?

I was strolling the floor of our local mega-supermart yesterday when I happened to find myself in the toy aisle. Resisting the impulse to clear the shelves into my trolley I stuck to a single item for as little as I could get away with. One rubber duck, mine for one pound twenty pence. Because, lets face it, bath time isn’t bath time without a plastic yellow duck floating about around your nether regions and it was about time that junior got to learn the joy of it.

Get ye over to MusicalMystery.com, answer the questions and win a prize. Go on, you know you want to. On the topic of music, you will be pleased to know that I have not been neglecting number one son’s musical education. This week we have mostly been listening to Steely Dan, Marillion, Hall and Oates, The Zep, Francis, naturally, and every now and then a spot of Mozart. Well, you have to lower your standards occasionally.

It’s not all dirty nappies and vomit caked t-shirts here at Chez Todd you know. In the search for an Easter break for the family I cam across this list of the top five cities in the world that you should visit. Well bugger me if we haven’t been to three of the five already - Sydney, Hong Kong and Las Vegas. Not only that but we are planning a visit to Venice to celebrate SWMBO’s birthday this year.

Here’s one for Outraged of Poynings - ChavScum - a guide to the new working class. Courtesy of the ever readable Ben Hammersley. My apologies for the lack of anything actually about me around these parts recently, but the apple of my eye has been teething and frankly I’ve been lucky to get five minutes to watch Trisha or Richard and Judy for the last week or so.

Deary me. According to Boing Boing there is a prog rock version of Bambi out there on t’internet. No one tell the 70’s throwback, he will be downloading this for days on his mobile phone dial-up.

For a little bit of politics. Look, the reasons for invading a certain middle eastern country were a load of bollocks. I suspect a similar story should pan out in this country with the inquiry into the intelligence services. But it won’t. Me, I’m still voting loony because they’re the only honest politicians left.

There are some compensations for being at home with number one son. Apart from the obvious bonding, family related things of course. Shooting to top of the list today is the fact that we have Sky. Which means that I get to watch all of the England v West Indies test series. Marvellous.

This just in, I discovered a couple of new (to me) books on Amazon UK this evening. When I was a man of means and employment I would have ordered them on the spot because there is a special deal if you buy the two together. Now that I haven’t got an income I shall have to be a little more circumspect. Still, it’s my birthday in seven months so I’ll stick them on my wishlist and hope. Of course, that means I will also have to remove the items on it that I’ve recently acquired.

My first day as a SAHD has gone quite well. It started at 5:30 or so, there was a brief respite between 6:30 and 8:00 and I am just now winding down at 9:00pm. Rather strangely for me there has been virtually none of that there intarweb surfing that usually occupies so much of my day. Apart from a quick visit to this source of wisdom. Frankly, it all looks a bit hippy to me.

It’s my last day of gainful employment (for the forseeable future), its 3pm and I have finished all my work, tidied my desk and almost written my farewell email. Which must mean it’s time to go to the pub.

Eleanor Sarah Jane Palmer was born at around 12.00pm on the 26th of February, 2004. I know this because the phone went at 1:30am, 2am and 6:20am today. Which was nice.

In case you didn’t know, this is my last week of gainful employment. At least for the time being. From next monday I shall be a gentlemen of leisure. Or a full time father, whichever you prefer. It’s rather refreshing. Maybe I need a little bit of back story here; When number one son was born SWMBO and I struck a pact. I had until the end of January to match or surpass her salary. Failing that I would give up work and look after the boy. Surprisingly I failed. So these are my last few days of daily commuting.

And it will just pop out! The Todd clan would like to send their love and best wishes to the Palmers of old Mosman town. Mrs P is due to drop their first born any minute now, and after three weeks of love and attention from SWMBO and the boy I’m sure it will be blessed relief. The photo? No that isn’t Mr P, that is Richard (not an MP, and anyway it’s spelt differently) Allen checking on the development of Palmer Junior. Apparently in Australia the way to tell if a baby is due is to measure the circumference of Mum’s belly. Funny lot these colonials.

I may just have to leave the country. I’m watching Fraiser on the until now rather excellent Paramount Comedy Channel. When they announce that next month they are going to start showing Ally McBollocks. Nooooooooo, save me now. The next advert, luckily, was for some Tears For Fears compilation, so I turned off the television, fired up the stereo and put the Seeds of Love on. Apologies to the neighbours for my singing, but it is a fine album.

Even though the bloke who came up with the idea has gone, the BBC is plowing ahead with plans to make its programmes available online. The latest announcement includes the news that they are going to offer a super EPG, much like TiVO or Sky+. This has the added benefit that the other people in my house will be able to watch BBC shows, not just me.

Repeat after me; plain text good, html in email bad. Instructions for turning html email off are here. Send plain text and the world (and I) will be eternally grateful.

Courtesy of LinkMachineGo here is a list of 100 albums you should remove from your record collection.. Classic stuff, I’m only surprised that Oasis didn’t make it into the top ten. Pay particular attention to entry forty five. But they are wrong about number fifty eight. If I was a suspicuous man after reading this I’d say that it looks like Mr Cranky had turned his hand to music criticism.