One of the things that people ask me a lot of late is "when are you going to have you're baby?" which is a jibe for the piles of weight I put on whilst Karen was pregnant. Fine I know I am pretty round at the moment, and this week I am doing something about it - but more on that later.

What I wanted to mention now was the weekend just passed, which was dubbed the Retox weekend. Steve and Myself, aided and abetted by various others, just did nothing but consume stuff that was bad for us for two solid days.

The whole thing is hardly noteworthy really, but it probably should go on record that on Saturday night, with my visiting brother Andrew and handful of others, managed to get through 11 bottles of wine, and a couple of kilos of cheese and salami.

Not wanting a hangover, we had some bottles of wine at 10:15 the next morning with our super brunch of Fried Pancetta, sausages, more salami, brie and gorgonzola cheese on toast. The best brunches are the ones that start at 10:15, go to 4:30 in the afternoon, and have a shift change of friends in the middle, I got to tell you.

That's all really. Oh yeah, William's still cute. Want proof? Here's him with his buddy Zac.