So Amy tells me that soon I’ll be going back to hospital to have not one, but two baby girls. Apparently they’ll be called Banjo and Hank. I really hope she’s not displaying some kind of psychic ability…because a girl called ‘Hank’ isn’t going to make it through high school without collecting some serious emotional baggage (‘Banjo’, however, will be totally fine and probably end up fronting a wildly successful indie band).