Welcome to the Boy Wonder !

A phone call from the Boy Wonder's mother this afternoon brought not one, but TWO pieces of great news.

The first is that the Boy Wonder has visited (albeit briefly) this site for the first time. His verdict : he likes it !! Phew !

Apparently he had a good rummage among the photo albums, which he liked very much. He was surprised to learn that he was the Best Boy, as for him this moniker applied to his little brother Schmoo. His mother explained to him that he was the original Best Boy, and is, of course, still the PO's Best Boy.

(At the risk of embarrassing him a little, the origin of this nickname is as follows : When the BW was very small, and utterly adorable, the PO would occasionally be overcome by an irrepressible urge to express his paternal joy, at which point he would burst into song - singing in his finest baritone, to the tune of the theme music from Indiana Jones, "He's the best boy, he's the best ! He's the best boy, he's the love-li-est ! He's the best boy, he's the best ! He's the best boy, the best boy, the best !" The look on the BW's face when, several years later (the BW must have been seven or eight), we were watching TV together and a trailer for Indiana Jones came on, complete with music, and it slowly dawned on him what he was hearing, was absolutely priceless.)

To come back to the BW's first visit to this site - from what I can gather, he has not yet had the time to read all of the posts. So I guess I shouldn't get too cocky about his apparent delight at what he has seen so far - after all, he doesn't know that his school report is on here yet...

Meanwhile, the second piece of good news that the BW's mother imparted to me is this : Grandma C (that's the Paternal Optimist's ex-mother-in-law for those of you unable to keep up) is getting married again ! Apparently, she recently got engaged to her very own Gentleman Jim, and is now sporting a very impressive engagement ring. The PO, who incidentally shares a birthday (Bastille Day) with Grandma C, sends her his heartiest congratulations, as do, no doubt, all of the Usual Suspects.

Finally, the BW's mother has sportingly accepted the challenge to come up with appropriate nicknames for herself and her partner, the BW's sister, the BW's uncles, and anyone else who may claim any more or less tenuous link to the BW. As for the suggestion that she herself might be the Mother Superior, her response was surprisingly sanguine : "That's what xxx [insert witty pseudonym for BW's mother's partner here - Ed] calls me ! He says that I'm the mother who knows everything !" I'd be careful if I were her - these names have a habit of sticking...

Comments

[Tom Hoskins]

B W showed this to me when he came round to my house. He is going to kill me now I've sent this!

[The Paternal Optimist]

On the contrary, Mr. Hoskins. I have already arranged with your mother to have a copy of your school report sent to me, and she has also very kindly supplied me with a list of nicknames that your family used to refer to you when you were very small, not to mention some very amusing and embarrassing anecdotes in which you play a central rôle. So the BW has no reason to kill you at all - he merely needs to give me the nod and life could begin to become very uncomfortable for you...

Of course, I may not post everything your mother has sent me. For the time being, at least. It's really up to you...

The PO

[Tom Hoskins]

yeah yeah yeah

[BW]

http://www.orbitzandgo.com/football has an extremely addictive game including penalty shots using a folded piece of paper!

P.S I know it sounds rather primitive but maybe I've been off school too long!