A New Drinking Buddy

As of 8:25 this morning, weighing in at 7lb 5- the size of a small watermelon, young Oscar Danger Randerson, a.k.a. Yevgeny Randerson, emerged from the belly of Hayley making Clark a proud father-type figure. Sighs of relief all 'round when Oscar's skin is the same colour as Clark's and his features do not resemble that of the Pilates instructor. Much. I'm sure that he'll rant on about how cool it is to have a kid on his blog (until he gets bored with it and buys the dvd series of Ed) and I'm fucking dreading really looking forward to every tale of nappy changing and early morning wake-ups courtesy of the mewling poop-machine.

Strange to think that when I first began reading Clark's adventures that he was just a single slob of a guy wandering about in Singapore. Now look at him: married, a father, has his own company. It actually will be a joy to see the Randersons become the kind of people who order babychinos at cafes- because that's what cool parents do.

Fatman