People here in the UK are preoccupied with two all consuming topics at the moment, firstly there's the weather which has been warm and sunny (shock horror!) and secondly one of our royal family is due to have a baby at any moment. I can't really get too excited about either of these natural phenomenon, sure, nice weather is, well, nice. As for royal babies, OK, having a baby is usually a wonderful (and terrifying in equal measure) experience for any parent but I'm not a great fan of singling out specific Homo Sapiens within the population for special treatment on the sole basis that one of their ancestors hundreds of years ago happened to be a more successful bandit and war-monger than anyone else.
In other news, I took a long overdue holiday last week and packed the family off to Devon for a week to visit some friends and to escape the rat race for a while. It was just what the doctor ordered, we hardly watched any TV, read very little e-mail and generally kicked back and did nothing but swim, play tennis, BBQ and socialise with friends. In an era of cheap foreign travel it's sometimes easy to forget how beautiful England can be, I know its a cliché but when the sun is shining and the roads are relatively quiet it really takes some beating. Anyway, I switched the TV on this morning to catch up with the news only to find that the BBC seemed to alternate between pictures of pink fatties eating ice cream and shots of sweaty reporters desperately trying to think of something to say against the backdrop of a London maternity clinic entrance door; is there really nothing else going on?
I guess if you're lucky enough to have skin that tans easily and like to read Hello magazine while eating Haagen Dazs then now is your moment but personally I really couldn't give a tuppence for any of it.
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