Hey little fella,
At 2.43am yesterday, Tuesday 1st August 2017, you made your entrance into the world. You did it on your own terms, ignoring the medical induction that took place the day before, instead choosing to make your arrival after the doctors had given up for the day and your mum was trying to get some sleep. (I have a sneaky feeling this might be a sign of things to come and you might end up being a cheeky little thing keeping everyone on their toes!)
The world you’ve been born in to is a strange one. The current Leader of the Free World is a man that everybody thought was running for President as a joke; people are famous for absolutely no reason and with no talent; terrorism, war and famine are rife; and the internet is spawning both new stars and nasty trolls.
But YOUR world, Rocco, your world is something entirely different.