I don't know why I have so much trouble resisting stuff like this. I should know better. I really should.
Here I wrote a post about a summer holiday we had one year, up island with the kids. I wrote about my penchant for reading the English version (as opposed to the truly terrible Canadian version) of Hello! magazine. I wrote about the British Stars I don't know and how strangely compelling I find them, in all their somewhat witless and oh-so glamorous conceit. Finally, I wrote about one 'aging rocker' and his wife and their miracle twins who convulsed me completely (the aging rocker, not the miracle twins) with some truly crackpot family poses.
Stuck in my head, that family did.
Well, I saw them again today. I tell you, it's like a Peter Greenaway/Helen Mirren film: The Aging Rocker, His Wife, Their White Outfits, and Their Miracle IVF Twins.
It almost took my mind off a Star Wars Jeopardy clip I saw on YouTube. Almost.
(warning, "Sean Connery" makes a lot of rude and completely unsuitable-for-kids comments on this clip)