Competition Time

Sorry for the slightly pregnant pause since the last post as we've been very busy keeping the bean alive and battling against a midwife that I would generously describe as cretinous. 

However, putting her incompetence aside it is competition time here on the blog so as to reward the bonhommie and rib-farting joy of our little online baby love in.  Here are three generations of the baby jessop in the same delightful yellow (and as we all know yellow is the key summer colour of 2011 with Harper and Bazaar describing yellow, and I quote, as "the new black" and Vogue Paris claiming " yellow is the best addition to your life since female emancipation") ensemble and you can cast your vote on the left. And when I say left I, of course, mean right.  

We are surfing the crest of a digital wage here chaps. The winner will receive a man ray inspired soiled nappy (one of a as yet undefined run) mounted on a delightful mahogany plinth, because I know a certain younger reader out there has a very fine eye for art, as well as a signed certificate authenticating this future classic. 

So here goes. Who is the winner? And be gentle, there a real lives affected by the outcome.

a) Nancy "If you don't vote for me I'll scratch your eyes out" Jessop

b) Simon "Don't you be thinking you've ever seen a bigger head" Jessop 

c) Lucy "sponsored by Birds Custard Mix" Jessop

OMG. And I don't so OMG lightly. This is serious. I might even use the UPPERCASE like a pleb. It's like the X-FACTOR. Except this is better. And doesn't show what a feckless hole modern Britain has become. Personally, I blame Konnie Huq.

Oh and mother, I'm sorry.