In my spare time, I am an internationally reknowned rock star.

This is actually mostly true. Well. When I say mostly true, I'm counting the words...and...yes... see there are 11 words there and the first 6 of them are quite true indeed. In my spare time I most certainly "am". I don't cease to exist in my spare time. It's mainly the other 5 words ("an internationally reknowned rock star") which aren't, in the true sense of the word 'true', true.

But I do try to be a rock star. You can check it all out for yourself if you must. I am the lead singer in an original band called CrashPod. That link is to our website, which I must say is in need of a bit of a spruce up. Don't worry, when I'm finished slopping my bloggy gruel into your hungry mouths, I'll have a go at cleaning up the site and maybe updating one or two things. We've just finished recording 4 new songs which are easily the best thing we've done yet, way better than the ones you can download on the site currently, and while we decide what to do with it all, just at the moment we're in a forced hiatus.

See, we're not so much your drug-takin', booze-swillin', groupie-fraternisin', hotel-room-trashin', television-throwin', bat-head-bitin' kind of band.

We're more your tea-drinkin', comfortable-pants-wearin', wife-cuddlin', mortgage-havin', baby-makin' kind of band. Which is good, because in our younger days, boy did we raise some hell. Sorry - language - boy did we raise some heck.

Anyway, this all leads us to the events of this evening. Mrs M and I went and visited our friends with the new baby. Remember I told you the story of all the baby girls, including our own, yesterday? Well, anyway, my friend Mr E, who plays in my band, is the father of this most recent arrival, hence the band's hiatus. See how I linked it all back to babies? Seamless wasn't it? This won't happen every time.

Our friends looked as happy as Larry. For those of you unfamiliar with this Australian expression, they looked as happy as a pig in s**t. If ever there was a pig named Larry, in s**t, as it were, he would be very happy indeed. I get deep sometimes.

Their baby girl was predictably cute. They seemed like they were getting the hang of some things, and still learning some others. They looked nervous and excited and desperate to start this great adventure, to get past this training wheels stage whilst taking in every moment. In short, my missus and I both thought they looked exactly like what we'll be like in a few months time.

It can't come quick enough for us now, but we'll have to settle down and live our lives and prepare ourselves as best we can. Life at the moment is a torrid mix of practicalities and that gorgeous butterflies feeling you get in your stomach when you think about something great.

cheers,
Macca