Today, I met a kid and when I did I instantly felt sorry for him……………..his name ………….was Becks……………yep Becks…………….Becks Edwards to give him his full name. I met Becks this morning when I visited an old chum I have not seen for some time. Peter Edwards used to be a musician with us and now thanks to the wonders of the facespace book tube thingy I found out he had married a dancer I also knew and they in fact lived in the same county as me.
So, I drove to see them and it was wonderful to catch up but the highlight of the day was meeting seven-year-old Becks. Peter is a huge soccer fan and as you can probably tell from his sons name his favorite player is of course …………Pele……………………just kidding ……………..it is of course David Beckham and rather than call the poor sod a simple name like David…………..they decided to call him Becks. I asked why ……………….. Peter told me that he hoped that Becks would grow up to be just like his hero. I took this to mean that he wanted his son to be a handsome and talented footballer rather than someone who will marry a posh stick insect with as much talent as a sock.
