“diddy” (that’s what i call him now, yo! is that hip hop or what?) is not as tok selampit as mummy, but he’s getting there…
mummy said he used to tell her stories ALL the time when they were dating. i wonder what kind of stories they were. i’m sure they were not of the ‘goldilocks and the three bears’ kind, though. hehe.
we were at a reading festival (no, no, not THE coolest annual music festival in england – speaking of which, omg, look at their lineup this year! a reunited smashing pumpkins, arcade fire, bloc party, interpol, waaah… ok, digressing.)
it was an attempt to get 10,000 diddies to read to their little ones. i think they were trying to break a guinness record or something, though looking at the grey weather and sloshy grounds at east coast that day, i think they should have been less ambitious and tried for 1,000.
ah well. what can i say about the attitudes of diddies in our country? work, work, work. maybe they would be better off reading to us their work reports. or better still, the newspapers. or even better still, blogs! haha!
perhaps the event needed some star appeal, like brad pitt reading to shiloh, and tom cruise reading to suri… (then you’ll get even MORE than 10,000 – mummies, that is!)
or ouhh, how about david beckham reading to brooklyn and romeo?
urm, ok, maybe not. :p
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