Xmas came early to our house this year..

A valuable few minutes to blog between present wrapping and bedtime for X...

...he doesnt want to go, funnily enough!

So.. Ellen has been stocking up on baby stuff. The last few months we've been on the receiving end of well wishers, regular deliveries courtesy of ebay and the

like. Personally I didn't realise so much stuff was required beyond the pram and kiddy clothes - how naive was I?

Anyway, E has been dealing with the bounty. It currently forms a mountain range on top of our wardrobe: Maternity Mountain. Soft Toy Cirque... [the alliteration runs dry after that..]

Some stuff did work its' way over to me.

Yes, its the stretch-mark cream (E is allergic to it)! It is a remarkable treatment for the soles of my horny, hobbit-like feet. The damage from hundreds of miles of walking is now been reversed by the coco butter which new mums put over their bellies. And it works too! No longer is the skin on my heels splintered and dangerous, it's soft and pleasing to the touch.

Kinda funny really. I laughed at the repulsion and horror in the expression of a gay guy I used to work with when we were discussing men's feet. Well, mine in particular (long story). At the time I was bemused by his use of foot moisturiser as an integral part of his grooming regime, it sounded like some effete metrosexual fad to me..

..Plus ca change...

A.

What? What? What?

Today, it seems, youtube is the my main source of what The Kids are down with. During my idle moments I browse the video titles: Bieber, Skyrim, X-Factor, ...blah-de-blah-de-blah. Its all the same stodgy, insipid nonsense which has all the interest to as a cool bowl of porridge.

Recently I was checking out some South Park movie clips. I'll admit it, that film really appealed to the smutty 15 year old in me who I was trying so hard to repress at the time. The songs mix the basest toilet humour with melodies that Cole Porter would be proud of - catchy stuff.

Anyway, one of the tunes is sung by 'Butters': a blond haired kid who served as a Kenny replacement (or something like that?). He becomes a big star and releases his own single. Once again, catchy but slightly inflammatory in suggesting sex with young children. "That's South Park," I thought, "always ready to push the boundaries of decency for better or worse".

Little did I know "What, what, what in the Butt" was actually a cover of a guy called Samwell. His video raises a number of questions in my mind which I struggle to answer. Watch it yourself and see what you think.