Where no man has gone before.

Here's one for Uncle Daniel.

Here are Dad and I on set for the new Star Trek. I've been cast as Baby Spock, and Dad is Captain James T. Kirk.

So Much Nicer In Nice!

Here I am in Nice, enjoying an ice-cream, with some lairy holiday pants on.

I went with Dad and Zaida. Mum and Boobie left us boys to go to Nice for the afternoon. They've gone to a perfumery course in Eze. That's a bit too girly for us. We've been riding a little tourist train, and Zaida nearly got left behind!

Quantum of Silliness

When you're fifteen months old, donning a starched shirt, bow tie, black trousers, waistcoat, baby dinner jacket and dinky black shoes (all procured by Mum on eBay) has a remarkable effect on grannies. A sea of "Aaaahhhhs" seemed to precede me wherever I went, which was all over the ship. There are stairs, slopes, steps, shops and so many things to explore!

Actually I have to admit that I was stuffed into this outfit under screaming protest. It was mainly 'cos Daddy wanted to change my nappy first.

Here I am with Boobie and Zaida at dinner:

I ordered the peas and the ice cream. (Not together, silly.)

And we're off!

We set sail today for our Mediterranean cruise!

Mum had done a near all-nighter packing, because I have so many outfits. We left early as the plan was to get lots of time looking round the ship, and luckily we got to Southampton in very good time. The new ship is enormous and very swish. Boy, are there stairs! There are fifteen public decks on the ship. I wanted to explore the stairs first, and kept everyone busy, panicking, "Where's Joel?"

Here I am out on deck, waving to Rule Britannia played by a naval brass band as we set sail from the port:

Superman gets his first haircut

Auntie Karen D. came round to give me my first haircut.

Afterwards I dragged Boobie and Zaida upstairs and I was preening in front of the mirror in their room for ages. I've lost the cute curls above my ears, but, damn, I look slick.