In Case You've Been Wondering

This is clearly a jacket constructed from fractal wallpaper.

Remind me of the babe.

So what strange things can pregnancy do to a woman's brain, exactly?

Do what?

Thank you, DM.

What power?

You do.

Whodoo?

Oh come on, you went as batty as a fruit-cake during both pregnancies! And it was very, very endearing...

You see, I have my suspicions that come the day she starts having children, Fran will be as nutty as squirrel's bank account. I think she's prime loon material. She'll be lickin' coal before the second trimester. Nuts. She'll be nuts I tell you.

Having read some of her blog entries, both recent and not-so-recent, I feel compelled to say, "will be?".

It's all a question of degree, James.

And how, exactly, was I "batty", pray?

I was batty before but I have an excuse at least now!

Big Batty Wo-Man. Bring it on.

I spent the early part of Friday evening doing the Gravity Dance for Laura's boomchick. Doesn't seem to have worked so far though...

I really sympathise Laura: the last few days, no weeks, are no fun at all and you probably can't wait for it all to be over! I would recommend my method of inducing labour for my second child - slipping down the stairs and sliding halfway down on my back, but it's probably not that safe unless done by a trained professional and probably not worth the risk! I did go into labour the next day though!

Hope it all goes well.

Tie Lego to your knees. That would entice me into the world...

Thanks Dragon Mama. If I get desperate I might give it a try, although I live in a flat so the neighbours might get a shock if I use the communal staircase!

Might have to step up to Phase 2 evacuation plan tonight if nothing is happening.... withdrawal of chocolate from diet to shock baby out of sugar lull! eeek :-O

PS Kris I'll give the lego a try or maybe I should tie Game Boy to knees instead....

Perhaps now is the time for Ed to invest in a trampoline. Bounce that baby out.

Jump, magic jump, magic,
Jump, magic jump, magic,
Put that magic jump on me,
Slap that baby, make him free!

You remind me of the babe!

What babe?

If I may step in here, I believe it may be a quote by someone like David Bowie from a film like Labyrinth. Or something.

Yes, thank you James. Whilst you are a mine of information - and many other things - you might need some rhythm-preservation lessons. Keep the funk, my man.

James, my love, my quote was from the same part of Labyrinth as the song that Kris quoted. I think he gets the reference!

Now, where were we? Ah yes. Ahem!

The babe with the power.

My pleasure.

The power of voodoo.

You also seem to be swearing at the mystery waiter to your right. Was he staring at the gravel in your face?

Amazing! I zoomed in to take a closer look... and it just kept getting more and more detailed!

Do you think I should open a fashion house called z2?

Republishing my pictures without permission, eh? And stealing Blogger's bandwidth. Truly shocking. A bit like my views on the jacket.

In a virtual sense, I'm standing right next to Brian, arms folded, and tutting in agreement with him. Poor form, what?

Readers take note: If you ask permission from a drunk man, by the morning he will have forgotten it was given, and by the evening he'll be chastising you for not asking.

oooo, you look coo-ool !!!

Pregnancy can do some very strange things to a woman's brain...

Thank you Laura. I knew you'd understand - we share a sense the of joyously theatrical.

Unless we can prove that Kris is also pregnant, can anyone come up with an excuse for him to match Laura?

I confess I am with child. Inner child, I admit, but he still demands food and Lego...

Completely with you on the Lego. And the food for that matter. Come to think of it food comes first every time.

My word. When Andy mentioned THE SILVER PAISLEY JACKET on that fateful evening in May, I never dreamed that it actually existed.
Thankyou my friend. I have not laughed so hard since, well, Sunday.