There is something really magical about little babies. For some reason when
ever I see a baby I HAVE to look at their hands, for me it kind of
epitomizes everything they're about - perfectly formed tiny fingers with
tiny little finger nails and little folds of skin but never really "used".
This hand belongs to my friends 7 week old son, Samuel Adam Murphy (S.A.M.
Can you see what they did there), he fell asleep in my arms and I stared at
his hands long enough that I swear I felt my uterus contract and then I knew
I had to hand him back or James would start panicking and run away!
Congratulations Bryan, Gemma and big sister Megan - he is truly adorable!
When I was in secondary school I had a best best friend called Jess, we did
most things together. I went to my first gig with her , got drunk with her
(lots), slept over at each others houses and got intro lots of trouble
together and in my last year of school fell out with her, over, of all
things a boy!
A few months ago I bumped into her on a bus and we nodded at each other and
carried on our way. A few days later a message appears via Facebook, we meet
up for a drink and find we still have much in common and have stayed in
It's nice being back in touch with Jess,
We've had a lot of catching up and reminiscing to do and she turned up here
the other day with this photo. I have no recollection of this picture being
taken and all I can think about when I see it is not "How sweet she kept it"
not "oh those were the days" but...
"OMFG what did I think I looked like in those John Lennon glasses" and "Man,
I had a good taste in music even back then"
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
From the top of the 'Eye'
On the roof of the subway!