Right!

He may have lost a jandal, but earlier this week McConaughey, he of the short arms, bongo drums, and the president of the anti-shirt brigade, gained a son courtesy of his ever-patient Brazilian girlfriend Camila Alves.

It was beyond exciting waiting to hear what kooky name Matt n' Camila would bestow upon their first born. (I know, am very easily amused). Matthew's always been rather, er, liberal. And an out there name would blend nicely into the family - the son of Matt's brother, Rooster proudly bears the moniker Miller Lyte - named after Daddy's favourite beer.

So what to expect from this sun loving twosome? Sasparilla? Sassafrass? Capirinha?(Matthew's enjoyed a few, and Camila is Brazilian.) Rio de Janeiro? Or perhaps Rizla? We know how Matt loves a smoke.

Surprisingly sensibility reigned in the McConaughey family and the bouncing baby boy shall henceforth be known as....Levi Alves McConaughey.

Says the proud daddy: "Levi was another name for the apostle Matthew in The Bible. They were, in fact, two names for the same person. Our son was born at 6:22 pm, and this particular time represents my favourite verse in the book of Matthew in The Bible: 'If thy eye be single, thy whole body will be full of light.'"

"We welcome Levi Alves McConaughey into this wonderful life and look forward to living in it with him. In the mean time and all times, just keep livin'."

In the McConaughey spirit of looking up our birthday bible quotes, I checked out Matthew 17:6, my birthdate, online to see what the disciple decreed for the blessed event of my birth.

"When the disciples heard this, they fell facedown to the ground, terrified."

Perfect! I love it.

Lazy Sunday...born on a Monday
Sunday to me means roast dinners, the odd hangover, watching movies, going for walks, a possible cheeky pint at the pub and the feeling of impending doom that a rapidly approaching Monday brings.

Sunday Rose Kidman Urban is the newborn daughter of Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban, announced to the world with such hooha you'd almost forget that Nic has two other kids stashed out of sight over the other side of the US. But maybe I'm too hard on the pair - it's his first kid and their first together, so a special time for both, yaddayaddayadda.

I don't mind the name. I wouldn't run with it myself, but it's not a horrid name. I spose why not Sunday if you can go with Tuesday or Wednesday as a baby's name? It's kind of cute. And very country sounding. Keith's fans will lap it up.

Nicole's dad, Dr Anthony Kidman, revealed to Sydney's Daily Telegraph that he and wife Janelle suggested the name to the celeb couple after reading about Sunday Reed, a prominent figure in Australian art in the 1920s and 30s.

Reports said her parents were both there for the birth - funny since I saw Anthony Kidman on the news last night answering the door at his Sydney practice. Wonder how Papa Kidman, a respected psychiatrist, felt about being father-in-law to Tom Cruise, Hollywood's most prominent anti-psychiatry mouthpiece, for all those years? Bet there were some very interesting conversations around the dinner table.

Rumours that Sunday has inherited her father's Very Thin Lips are yet to be confirmed.

Another one bites the dust

The honeymoon is over for Drew Barrymore and Justin Long, who have called it quits after a highly public year-long romance - confirmed by Drew's rep.

I think she can do better. Justin Long, while certainly not offensive, is definitely not my type. He looks too eager, too young, and far too enthusiastic about everything. He looks to me like the kind of guy that would cry after sex. Softly, while stroking your hair. Blegh!

I love Drew Barrymore, I think she's awesome. She falls in love hard and fast and shoots her mouth off with public declarations of love and public shows of affection. Nothing wrong with that. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and it's actually quite refreshing in a world of people scowling for the paps and insisting their private lives are off limits.

And when it goes to the dogs, which it inevitably does, she brushes it off with a smile and hooks up, quite quickly, with the next one.

Drew won't be single for long, trust.

When fashion designers wear ugly togs

Check out this pic of Giorgio Armani in St Tropez, rocking the budgie smuggler. Granted, he has a trim body for an old rigger (73, no less!) and the huge gut which comes along with age is pleasingly absent. I guess you couldn't be chunky if you had to spend a large chunk of your working life with Karl ?eating is for the weak' Lagerfeld.

But should a fashion designer, who deals with silhouettes, shapes, and making a body look its best for a living, know better than to rock the Speedo?