Every so often, I realise how old I am and, following on from that, how old my parents are. Now, they're in their late 50's and early 60's at the moment and still pretty active but, frankly, the idea of them having a kid now (or even later) would freak the hell out of me. Which is why, probably, I find the story of a woman who's going to give birth at 63 so bloody staggering.

Now, she's bored, looking for excitement and (possibly/probably) loaded, so - you know - it's good she has a hobby. I'm just not so sure it should be having a kid just before she starts collecting her state pension. She's a silly, rich woman who's not exactly thinking of what would be best for a child (which is strange for a child psychologist, surely?).

She doesn't annoy me as much as the pillock of a doctor who helped her get pregnant, though. How exactly does this help anyone? The later a woman has a child, the bigger the risk to both mother and baby; the risk of the kid growing up an orphan from an early age increases and the child's school life could be pretty grim. And what's so wrong about adopting? Or fostering?

You know what this is about? It's about a doctor doing something because either

a) He's greedy
b) He's determined to show-off/ be remembered
or
c) Both.

Only marginally less scary, I guess is the fact that Tori Spelling is playing a "horny fish monster from beyond" (succinct review) in a film called Cthulu. I won't be rushing to see it. Hell, it looks so awful I wouldn't want to see it at all. Even on DVD. When I'm drunk...

...and tied to a chair with Clockwork Orange-style eye-bracing equipment attached to my face.

Although the polar bear is kinda cool.

Dave xx

p.s. Yes, I'm still playing the silly Lovecraft game - why'd you ask?

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