This will hurt me...

No, he isn't drunk.

No, he's not off his face, he's just tired. I will admit that there is more than a touch of Keith Richards about this one.

Saint-Simon's contradictions amuse me. His rehabilitation of the flesh , I can agree with. His Nouveau Christianisme , less so. I bear no grudge to the notion of a meritocracy, but the vagaries in his though amount to too great a chasm for me to connect.

I couldn't decide between these two, so I thought that I'd give up and post both. Here's a hunky Ez in Burnie looking like something straight out of a Calvin Klein advertisement from Spin Magazine in 1995.

Ladies, ladies ladies... Form an orderly queue please, there is enough man meat here for everybody!

"You talkin' to me?" "You talkin' to me?" " You talkin' to me? " "Then who the hell else are you talkin' to?" "You talkin' to me?" "Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

It's another hairy Henry this evening, this time holding out a n olive branch stick for all the peoples of the world. Don't trust him peoples. As soon as you get close enough, he's liable to whack you with the stick and make a run for it!

I have here a matching set for your viewing please. Taken late yesterday afternoon, above you can see five month old super cool dude Ezra with his mum about to check out the chickie babes on a warm summer’s day. He thinks that the shades give him ample opportunity for a perve without being found out. Little does he know that the girls have long been wise to that sort of carry on... Below , you can see the restrained menace of a three month old Henry. Here, Hank is going for an enraged (but stoutly resolute) Mel Gibson in the first Mad Max and the cold, dispassionate killing machine portrayed by Arnold Schwarzenegger . I think that he pulls it off nicely!

I read some nonsense the other day that noted thespian Hugh Jackman was chosen as "world's sexiest man" by some panel of know-nothing nincompoops. Hugh Jackman!?!? Have they even seen Ezra? Ignorant fools!!!

Here he is again, for the fan club. Apparently he is even bigger in India than Sachin Tendulkar! Henry's people have already been involved in some lengthy discussions with Rani Mukerji's people about a Bollywood epic about the forbidden love of an Australian toddler with a tragic past and a Bombay hooker with a heart of gold, but it's early doors yet. Like the boy with the wheelbarrow full of anvils, the job is ahead of us .

All right now, settle down people. Settle down. I know that it's difficult to control yourself in the face of such grace, beauty and (speaking frankly) such raw, unchecked sex appeal, but I figure that I'd tempt fate just this once and post a pic from a father/son shoot the other day. Move along now, nothing more to see...

One of my new favourite websites is the always magnificent English Russia . The motto of the good people behind the website is "just because something cool happens daily on one sixth of the Earth surface". The other day, no doubt inspired by election fever in Russia , they posted some posters from Russian elections held in the 1990s, but mainly from Presidential Elections. One picture appealed to me in particular: I am told that the banner reads: Youth choose Zyuganov Now, for those of you wondering, the honey in the poster is Gennady Zyuganov, who has occupied the somewhat incongruous position as leader of the new Communist Party of the Russian Federation in post-communist Russia. You can see why the kids would all be rushing out to support Zyuganov; because he really is one cool looking cat! FYI, in the first round of the 1996 Presidential election –an election that I best associate with ' Mad Vlad' Zhirinovsky – Zyuganov finished second with 32%, trailing only Y...