El Deanio time

I was looking forward to today for one very good reason: today was the day I was meeting up with El Deanio for the first time in a long time, and for the first time since he'd become a daddy. 'The Daddy,' you could say - to the cutest little baby on the planet, I might add.

Anyway, I went prepared; in league with Yaz, I spent lunchtime perusing Shepherds Bush's finest sports shops looking for baby trainers as a belated gift. I settled on a pair of Nike Racer Low with velcro straps (makes El Deanio's life easier, I figured). They're a tad to big for the little fella, but I figured El Deanio has already got him some trainers in his current size, and as I doubt he'll be getting any smaller these give him something to grow into. The shop assistant was not amused when I asked if I could try them on.

Anyway, here's what they look like with a Starbuck's mug (grande size) for comparison):


So in late afternoon I wandered up town (second time this week - must be some kind of record!), and met El Deanio in Baker Street. I was "winding my way down to Baker Street," as Gerry Rafferty might say.

It was awesome - it was genuinely like we'd only seen each other last week, when in fact it's been a year. We had a Nandos, then wandered through town a bit. And El Deanio, who is renowned for dispensing profound statements on such a regular basis that we once covered an entire notice board with them (when one of Jack Nicholson's teeth was auctioned a few years back he commented "You want the tooth? You can't handle the tooth!") proved just how happy he is to be a dad when he said "You don't know love till your son has pissed on your Paul Smith suit."

That, my friends, is definitely the sign of one proud parent.

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My car up and announced yesterday that it wants to be serviced. Not in that way, you dirty buggers! No, it wants its oily bits checked (don't we all?). Anyway, I phoned up the dealer today, and was damned lucky to find that they can actually get me a courtesy car sooner than about four years away! Yes, I can have one the week after next - amazing! (Just goes to show that when I moaned last time someone actually paid attention).

Anyway, I drive a Mini. And do you know what sort of courtesy car I'm getting?

Another Mini, you say?

No.

I'm getting a BMW 5-Series.


That's right - a big-ass uber-powerful executive barge that's about twice the size of my Mini! Awesome-squared!!

Now I do love my Mini SOOOOOOO MUCH, but I also love the chance to drive other cars, specifically other people's cars, safe in the knowledge that I can give them back at the end of the day and get my car back all washed and shiny. And the 5-Series is going to be sweet... I'm sorely tempted to take the day off work and just drive it around West Londinium.

Bitchin'.