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It might have been the hormones, it might have been the back-ache that a day-long drive as an ever-more-heavy preggie woman can induce, it might have been the – in the words of ‘The Castle’ – vibe of the thing. Whatever the case, the fact is this: as Doctor Bill Cosby casually sauntered onto the stage with not so much as a voiceover introduction, I almost wept. I’m not kidding. Clocking in at just under two hours of stand-up (or sit-down, as is his very relaxed style), it really was an amazing thing to be privy to. I am so…

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Tomorrow sees a significant item being checked off my bucket list. That being, ‘See Bill Cosby live.’ As in, ‘in concert’. Not just ‘breathing’. Ehem. I’ve had the ticket for months – even though I knew it would involve some logistical hiccups in making it happen, namely because: – I have no child-care; – The closest his tour is coming to where I live is Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, a good seven hours drive away at best; and – I have no child-care. But, throwing caution to the wind like a pair of over-sized knickers, fluttering their way through the prairies on…

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So finally I can relate to the throes of Hollywood celebs who seize the chance to lend their voiceover talents to the latest Pixar flick, in order that their bizarrely-named offspring might have a chance to enjoy the fruits of Mummy and Daddy’s more age-appropriate work. In other words: I’m in my first kids’ show baby! My little tikes are over the moon about it, I’ve been practising accents on them and fielding all sorts of questions starting with the all important: ‘Which house are you going to build, Mama?’ Followed very quickly by ‘Now open your mouth so I…

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Just scrolling through Youtube in another effort to extend the limits of my sleep deprivation, and came across this gem – what I consider to be one of the BEST comedic moments ever. (Hey, it’s all opinion in this industry, let’s not forget). I saw the full interview a couple of years back – with Pierce Morgan (all I know of him is that he’s slightly infamous for being a tabloid twat, or something similar) – and the dudes from Little Britain, the whole thing’s a cack, but this little interchange in particular just rocks. Whaddya reckon?

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Okay, let me just say I’m stoked that the kids are even excited about their soon-to-arrive latest family installment. I had expected the ‘where do babies come from’ questions. I had expected the rubbing of the tummy and the impatience with the whole affair. What I hadn’t expected was for them to get so damn het up about naming rights to the poor little tike. Aside from Mister Four’s reasonably rational obsession with naming the kid ‘Thomas’ (which the hubbster doesn’t mind, to which I retort that there is no way in hell I’m naming our child after a freaking…

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