Big Ben!

People laugh and joke saying "ha-ha 25 is no age", "If I knew then what I know now" and other such fluff, while really turning to their companion and muttering "he can't be 25 he looks so much older!"

Well I make up for that with my 'enthusiastic amateur' attitude towards life that defies the care warn lines on my brow, slight graying of the hair, and keeps me feeling young on the inside.
It's true that when I look down I no longer see a six pack: it's been replaced with a barrel! And hangovers are brought on by sips too many, not pints. The only regression I'm having to the early days of my youth, is that I'm going to bed early again!

More irrefutable proof, if it was needed, that I have long since been cute, comes from the next generation.

Start cooing and ahhhhh-ing for this Nextquestion exclusive. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to introduce Benjamin Milton Douglas Russell. He's 14 weeks old!

Son of Helen and Greg. So much part of our family history I can never remember if we're actually related or not.

Ben is modeling a T-shirt, we got him in Alaska, and a beautiful pair of big brown eyes.

Obviously being 5000 miles away I have yet to meet Ben himself, but my sister talks of nothing else. He's already more popular in my office than I am!!

I'll be back soon to pass on some of the knowledge I have accumulated. Someone else will have to do the whole women talk, I wouldn't mind sitting in on that actually. I would be delighted however, to teach young Ben the Glories of Rugby Union!