I met my new niece, Sabrina Berry, this weekend.
I wore my Damien Hirst diamond-skull t-shirt because I wanted to introduce the baby to all the finer things in life right away: red lipstick, black t-shirts, skulls and diamonds. I should have had a Cadbury Dairy Milk bar in one hand and a glass of Champagne in the other to make the list of good things complete, but then I wouldn’t have been able to hold baby Berry.
“Berry” isn’t really part of Sabrina’s name, by the way. We’ve always called my sister Terri “Terri Berry,” so her family members are honorary Berries. Terri’s husband is Tim Berry; my just-turned-four-year-old nephew is Sebastian Berry; and Terri’s new baby is Sabrina Berry. Right now, however, Sabrina looks more like a burrito than a berry.
Ain’t she sweet?