The Cameron Baby

So, Samantha Cameron's gonna have a baby. Before I consign this story to the big fat pile of stuff I just don't care about, let's deal with one thing. The timing.

Obviously, you can plan when to have a baby. However, just because you can plan when to procreate doesn't mean that every baby is planned. And while there will be any number of conspiracy theories telling you that this baby was timed to coincide with the coming election, I think that is bollocks. For three reasons:

1. Firstly, if you wanted to plan a political baby, then you would try to get it to have a birth date as close to election day as possible. Just imagine the shots and the positive publicity around young Hug A Husky Cameron if he was pictured holding his newborn kid on the eve of polling. As it stands...
2. Samantha Cameron will probably be able to do less campaigning owing to her pregnancy than she might otherwise have done. Since this election is increasingly becoming about the reasonably photogenic other halves of our leaders (yeah, I know, but it is all relative - they are relatively photogenic when compared to the men they married) the timing is not ideal for Call Me Dave's campaigning. Plus....
3. This baby will be born within months of Cameron becoming Prime Minister (assuming he is allowed to do so by the electorate). Now, I've never been Prime Minister, but I'm guessing it is a pretty tough job. And a job that won't be made any easier by have a screaming infant in the close confines of Number 10, Downing Street. Learning how to run Great Britain is not going to be aided by changing shitty nappies at all hours of the day and night.

But anyway, before this blog turns into a political version of the execrable Heat Magazine, that's enough on the Cameron foetus.