Every Picture tells a Story!

Hello dearest peeps, and what have we here on this bright, cold November day? Well, bless my soul, it's a candid little shot of me writing a blog post, surrounded by all my dearest children, who are clearly hanging on my every word while peeking lovingly over my shoulder, just so. How touching! How heartwarming! How........... far fetched and utterly untrue! 

But hey, that's show biz for you, because this is one of the photos that Cliff, the crumpet eating Irish News photographer took when he was here nearly a month ago. Yes, you did read that right, A MONTH AGO! It's been so long now that friends and family have actually stopped asking me when I'm going to be in there, because they've obviously assumed, naturally enough, that,
a) I'm so boring that The Irish News decided AFTER interviewing me and taking photos- 'Thanks, but no thanks love', or 
 b) I'm obviously delusional and made the entire story up. (Although, in my defense, if I WERE to 
make it up,  I'd definitely have plumped for a slightly more glamorous Hello or Grazia interview instead.)

Either way though, it's a lose- lose for me, so last week, I took the bull by the horns and feeling COMPLETELY wick,  rang the number Crumpet Cliff had given me to get copies of the photos he'd taken. I spoke to the lovely man himself, and not only did he send me the photos, but he reassured me that I would indeed make it into the paper before 2012 is out. 
I asked him straight out too. 'Cliff', I said, 'I'm a big girl AND an unfit mother to boot, if it's been put into the old circular file, just tell me. I can take it!'

'Absolutely not', he insisted. Apparently, it's scheduled to be in the weekend Features section, which always has a backlog, so it's often months before an article appears. Oh my goodness! The relief that I wouldn't have to pretend that I'd dreamt the entire thing, like Pam in Dallas was huge, (HUGE, I tell you!), so I assured Cliff he was welcome here for buttered crumpets anytime. 


But back to the photo- even though it may look like a relaxed, chilled moment, nothing could be further from the truth. This was the last photo taken, so nerves were frayed, noses were running and clean clothes were steadily getting covered in jam. Poor Cliff must've taken 50 shots before he got this one- when he did eventually manage to get everyone looking at the Ipad, Rory decided it was the key moment to pick his nose, or Luke the ideal opportunity to squeal and wriggle off my knee, or Cormac, the perfect time to graciously share a 'silent but deadly' with all of us. Ah, good times....

Thank God for Mr Tumble!

So, as it was, the only way to keep Luke on my knee was to put Cbeebies on the iPad, so in the photo we're actually all deeply engrossed in Mr Tumble's cheeky antics! 


Oh, and out of interest, any idea how Cliff cleverly got the screen to light up our faces like that? Well, insider knowledge alert!!! Because there's actually another flash hidden behind the iPad and a piece of white paper on it's screen, (which unfortunately restricted Luke's full appreciation of Mr Tumble so he kept pulling it off),  but still, how cool is that!? Don't say you don't learn stuff around here!
Have a good Monday my loveliesxxx


 
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Alec Baldwin...It was all going so well.

Alec and Kim

I've always had a real soft spot for Alec Baldwin. I stuck with him through the Kim Basinger years, overlooked the fact that they called their only child 'Ireland', and even when THAT phonecall became public, I was there for him.

Now there's a man!

Years later, when he starred in 'Its Complicated' with Meryl Streep, with a few more years on the clock and a few more pounds on the scale, (haven't we all), I actually found him MORE attractive!
 I saw him once you know. Indeed, Loverboy does a realistic impression of the incident after he's had a few drinks. It was in Manhattan, six or seven years ago, and Alec just walked right past me as I was chatting to my mum on a pay phone. Apparently, I just dropped the phone and began to just repeat, 'Oh My God, That's Alec Baldwin!' louder and louder until myself and a similarly deranged stranger were jumping up and screaming it in each others faces. Meanwhile, the man himself was somewhat alarmed and hotfooting it away down the street as fast as possible. Come back Baby, we could be beautiful together!!

  Then, last week 'Hello' magazine pops through my door, and who's on the front of it with his gorgeous new wife, only Alec Baldwin and he looks good. Too good. I'm talking botox, fillers and hair transplant good.

Oh Alec...

So I read on, and hasn't he only gone and dropped 30 lbs, and taken up yoga. And lo and behold, it all slides into place, when I read that his beautiful, new yoga -teacher wife, (wouldn't ya know!) at 28, is 26 years younger than our Alec. So that means, while he was busy making 'The Hunt for Red October', she was busy being born. They must have SO much to talk about.



Oh Alec, Alec, did you have to be such a walking, talking mid life cliche? Now, I'm not suggesting he goes to seed, and of course, a healthy weight is important, but of all people, I thought HE'D grow old gracefully. A real man with a bit of meat and body hair and a cheeky smile? Not a yoga obsessive, with a forehead as smooth as a baby's bum.

 And to top it all off, it turns out that the new Mrs Baldwin, is actually called 'Hilaria'. Seriously though- Hilaria?? I mean, would you EVER be done taking the piss out of that? Would it EVER get old? I think not. Ms Basinger must be having a field day. Absolutely Hilaria darling!