Fucking Mika
When my wife was pregnant with our first child, I spent a lot of time holding some hefty headphones to the bump and playing my loinfruit what i considered to be good music. ranging from late 80s indie to mid 00s drill n bass via the ghostbusters theme tune. we spent a good while burning a stack of cds for *THEBIRTH* as there was a cd player in the rooms and we were given all the chat about it taking ages for your first rugrat. these mainly consisted of songs by Ulrich Schnauss, Boards of Canada and my annoyingly talented friend Andy's work under the name Digitonal. One step away from whalesong basically.

Of course, anyone who's been through an experience of labour knows that all plans go out the window the instant you get to the hospital. we were there barely two hours before Ben unceremoniously plopped onto the floor with his big hands and slightly blue face. Staring at him through tears of joy my tension began to ease and my remaining senses started reactivating one by one until i was aware of the radio. My son was born to Grace Kelly by Mika. Bugger.

Second time round we had a home birth. the wife spent most of her 4 hour labour asleep upstairs while i had a cup of tea and watched World at War on the History Channel. So basically, Mika and World War II remind me of my boys gooing their way into the world.
(Alphabet Soap boshboshboshbosh, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 14:39, Reply)