What I really see is struggling, professional photographers wanting to eat their own arms in envy and frustration. If you are one such photographer, take solace in the fact that he says that he is donating the proceeds to the families of those affected in the horrific Grenfill Tower fire.
Is it just me, or does Brooklyn always look conflicted when posing for photographs? He has this, should I smile like Dad or pout like Mum look.
Poor chap, as if the indecision of what facial expression to wear is not bad enough, he is now moving to New York and everyone keeps asking him if he is going to take up residence in Brooklyn. Some people can be so thoughtless!
He was conceived in Brooklyn, hence his name. Not that I bore witness or anything but Dave and Vic made no secret about the reason behind their choice of name for their first born (up until then I doubted their deep intellect and ability to be original).
Beautiful though they are, someone should have told them that no one wants to know the location of their procreating activities, least of all, I suspect, their children.
Anyway, he is moving, not because of the constant attention his parents generate (chance would be a fine thing) but because he is set to study photography in New York. Yes, I know, the irony of launching a photography book before studying photography - talk about putting the cart before the horse.
Now you would imagine that David B would be an inspiration to his son. And you would be right. You would also imagine that it would be along the lines of being a talented footballer or as Britain's unofficial goodwill Ambassador or even as an amazing underwear model. You would be wrong.
David has been an inspiration to his son because of his tattoos. Apparently in the myriad of tattoos that cover DB's body, the Native American one is BB's favourite. Not sure mum Posh will be happy, considering David has a tattoo of her name in Sanskrit, but please no one tell her, we may get even more intense sulky pouting.
Brooklyn says that the tattoo will be something he will share with his Dad forever. Rest assured Brooklyn, thirty years from now, your Native American will look quite different from your 72 year old Dad's.
He also claims that it took a long, long time for him to save enough money to have the tattoo done. I think he is missing his calling as a writer of fiction. I can see the publishers lining up even as I type this. Now I am the one who wants to eat my arm in envy and frustration!
John McEnroe has decided to be a brat again. This time claiming that Serena Williams would be ranked 700th if she played in the Men's Tennis Circuit. I can't think of anything better to say to that other than, 'You can't be serious!'
Serena's response was just to remind him not to hypothesise and to let her have her baby in peace. 1-0 to Ms. Williams. Judging by that response, she certainly would be ranked higher than a certain has-been male tennis player.
While on tennis, I can't believe the media are actually hassling Heather Watson about her weight. When I read that, I wanted to spit in anger. Fortunately for my laptop, I refrained.
This young motivated woman, who won the mixed doubles at Wimbledon last year, is athletic and attractive, so when young girls read the thrash the media write, what on earth are they going to imagine passes for 'normal'.
In the words of our then strong and stable PM, 'enough is enough'.
Irish reporter Catriona Perry, had the misfortune of catching Donald Trump's eye. Not just anywhere or at anytime but in his office while he was on the phone to congratulate Ireland's new Prime Minister, Leo Varadkar.
He lifted his little hand and beckoned her to his desk (where is Melania the swatter when you need her). In a scene straight out of American TV series 'Mad Men' (the clue is in the title), set in the sixties, he proceeded to tell Mr. Varadkar that she had a nice smile and that he bet she treated him well.
Words fail me, so I will stop here.
Until next time, try and keep it light!
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