This late night job does give me a great opportunity to get through some excellent music.
Right now I'm enjoying the dark and bizarre world of Current 93, whose latest offering 'Black Ships Ate teh Sky' includes versions of the beautiful 'Idumaea' by Marc Almond, Baby dee, Cosey Fanni Tutti and Anthony (of the Johnsons). Tis indeed fantabulous.
And for soem light relief, I continue to burn Foxx onto the million Gigabyte hard drive hereon, so that I have at last a definitive catalogue of everything, including every live version of every song.
Right now, some serious tub-thumping with 'Live From A Room As Big As A City' which includes first class versions of Metal beat and Broken Furniture at the very least.

Now then, what other parents today I wondering have have the inevitable responses on A level results day?
Biscuit has done brilliantly. Two As and a B - that's far far better then I did, and gaurantees her a place her at University in October. You'd have thought she'd be pleased, but I 'would say that, wouldn't I' because she failed to get an A in her best subject, Philosophy, and so can't apply for the scholarship she was hoping for. What's a daddy to do??

Go and visit her tomorrow I suppose, when I whizz upto Nupton to collect Girl 4 from her grandparents.
It has been quieter here during her abscence, so Trx too has had a bit of a break. Looking forward to the trip myself actually. She's going to stay at home with Baggins and so I have the other four for the day.

Baggins, little b*gger has done it! In front of us all tonight, she stood in the middle of the lounge like she does, grinning and waving a toy, the just decided to go and give it to mummy, thereby tottering about four feet across the room. And back to me, double that distance!!
Never Moments Sometimes realised.
Magical proudness.

It is great to be a daddy of course. It's what I am and what I do.
As well as everything else…