Welcome To The Magical Land Of David Beckham's Brain.

Now we all know, when it comes to baby names celebrities go off the deep end. Gwenyth Paltrow names her kids after the contents of her local fruit store, (Sir) Bob Geldof flicks through a food produce manuals stops at a random page and points at the most ridiculous word.

But, when it comes to daft celebrity names, Mr. and Mrs. Posh Spice take the award hands down. First of all comes Brooklyn which is the least daft, in fact it's not the worst name in eternity (that honour belongs to either Beckham child 3 or 4)  he's named after an American city, seems reasonable, until you realise Brooklyn is a suburb of New York. So the's one bad point.

Second, came Romeo, again not particularly silly, but then again we haven't had a Romeo since a certain bald bard spun a yarn about two jilted lovers so Romeo, in retrospect is about 300 years out of date.

Then we come to our first stumbling block, Cruz. First thing to be said is, poor kid having to drag that name about with you, mind you if I was him I'd be down to wherever it is you change your name as soon as I'm old enough and change my name to Ernie. Because yo can garauntee it's less embarressing than spending your life explaing to people it's spanish. It's probably Spanish for 'My mum and dad didn't buy the baby book'. Plus, Cruz is a Spanish GIRLS name, how embarresing.

Harper 7, Words fail me, sorry.

This is a re release by the way, so u all know.

A New Venture, Doen't Mean I'm Finished

Hello Again, after 2 months and 27, this marks my regular return. However, Not always to this blog.

You See I now have A blog, A vlog and... something new to juggle. As of, well now, I'm opening two seprate blog sites. One will be music reviews of my most and least favourite albums and the same principle for films.

So I hope you enjoy my musings about albums and films and of course my blog and vlog regular moans.

Peace Out Bredren.