In his formative month, Little Henry took a shine to HO FM radio, and listened to it throughout the day for his first three weeks. He loved its mix of classic rock, 80s and 90s nostalgia and modern hits. In fact, he was born whilst listening to it. As I was perched on the bed, clutching a thigh and watching the top of a head emerge from indust2’s privates, I reflected on what song would be playing when he was officially born. As I first glimpsed the head, Johnny Farnham was singing “Burn for you”, I crossed my fingers hoping he’d stay in a bit longer (he did). Part of me hoped that “Stairway to heaven” would be strung out long enough for him (it wasn’t), “Take it easy” by the Eagles quickly zipped through, the came “Great southern land”, (which I wouldn’t have minded), but I wished the abysmal “I wish I were a punk rocker” song would have ended more quickly than it did. Regardless, he remained wedged firm through the Beatles “Get back”, Jewel’s “You were meant for me”, John Cougar Mell