2013: Year of the Beasto.

January 15, 2013

2013: Year of the Beasto.

To quote our dear Beasto 'oh dear God, oh dear God, oh dear God.' Nancy had just survived her second new year. To those used to sedate inebriation of this increasingly desperate Albion the word survival might seem like hyperbole but once you've seen to the Tuborg fueled Danes bring in the new year, survival is the only word to use. Immaculately dressed extras from Borgen and their small Aryan progeny launch rockets that Ahmadinejad would be proud of. Particularly, when they are launched by blow torch. I'll ignore the Danish men casually lobbing fireworks at their own family. Suffice it to say Nancy was reduced to a large puddle of tears in the early hours of 2013. But she and her cousin thrived. They were in a baby butter hole.

But for the rest of horribly named festive season she was an unconfined joy. At the outset, I wanted to avoid the gushing eulogies that characterise parental blogs about their little joys/darlings/sausages and each time I put finger to keyboard I find that the weight of sentimentally and soft headed paternity ever heavier. But when your daughter lies on the floor and chants, mantra like, "Oh dear god" your brain is liquidised in a way that is quite unique. And renders you incapable of critical thought. Almost.

And she has just been given a Fantasy Palace by Yaya, her incomparable childminder, and never has anything so inspired our little Beanette. As I type she sits beneath me entranced by a pink plastic rendition of a castle, occasionally dancing to the firework display commanded on the press of green heart shaped button. OMG. Chad Valley. OMG.

I should also say hello to big Nancy and Angry Dan (which could make an excellent cartoon strip - about a Dickensian vagabond and her Afro'd pimp fighting crime whilst getting increasingly ruddy and swearing a lot. All to a pounding funk soundtrack.) who has added China and India to this site's global presence. Check out your non God daughter. She is the hammer of them all. Godspeed to you both. Nancy awaits your feminist instruction, it can only be a matter of time before she demands to be read the Female Eunuch - once the appeal of the Gruffalo has waned.

Happy New Year to all of you out there. 2013 is year of the Beano!