Can we call him Al?
I received the following text message from my good friend and erstwhile comics collaborator Phil Walsh at 7.11am on 28th January 2008:
3.38am. Weighing in at 7.7. Alfred John Vincent Walsh was hurled into our plane of existence by emergency C-section after fifteen of the most terrifying minutes of my life. Beth and our son are both well, in the pink in fact, and resting comfortably. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers. I’m going for a long lie down now, good night.
Congratulations to Phil and Beth – this was great news to wake up to! I know you’ll both make brilliant parents.