Big day today. My nephew Harry moves to London to study Medicine at UCL. I am so bloody proud of this kid. He was an early talker, always bright as a button:
- I used him as a model on one of my photoshoots years ago, and the photographer nicknamed him The Professor, because Harry asked him for his views on the way the Labour Party was going - he was eight years old...
- Once, when going over a bump on a hill in the car, he exclaimed "Mummy, my willy just went beserk!" Which other three year old kids use the word "beserk" to describe that funny pit-of-your-stomach feeling???
- He called me a drunk from an early age, and revels in telling people of my mammoth hangover at his 7th birthday party.
- He was such a stiff a few years ago, so me and his Mum made him have a restyle. I completely changed his look, got him a decent haircut, and from then on, his confidence soared. And the ladies started to notice him too...
- He had a bad knee as a kid. His doctor tried to make out it was all in his head. Dickhead doctor. Luckily, the folks at Great Ormond Street had some better ideas. He still walks with a limp, and it's likely he'll specialise in orthopaedic surgery, so he can help other people who've had problems like him. God bless him.
