Every now and again, my brain decides it really wants to do something, gets a bit carried away and won’t let me concentrate on anything else until I’ve let it run around for a bit to wear itself out. A bit like having a puppy but with less fur, slobber and walkies. Until a couple of hours ago, ‘P’ was going to be for ‘Promoted’ with a link to Cardiff City and something sentimental about how happy my father-in-law is that they’ve finally gone up to the Premier League. Then I started chatting about Once More, With Feeling with some friends on Twitter, my
Last week I went along to my first ever open mic night. My primary function was to sit back, relax and be an appreciative audience whilst Kev accompanied our friend and his kids for bits of their set, but I ended up having a bit of a sing too. I must admit, when I’d agreed to the possibility of singing a few days before, I hadn’t fully appreciated the enormity of what I was signing up to. I’d gigged in choirs and done karaoke before … it’d be fiiiiine… Turns out, singing solo without subtitles is a somewhat different ballgame
I find myself with nowt to say – no ‘N’ ideas in mind… I should have thought before today but fell a bit behind… So this, my friends, is all you get for off I need to go – Lots more letters to follow yet; I’ll work on it for ‘O’!
Sometimes you just don’t need words…
I’ve never been what you’d call a ‘water lover’… I’m quite happy to drink it, or shower in it, or look out at it if it’s in a particularly pretty mood… I’m just not all that comfortable being IN it. I didn’t have swimming lessons when I was younger until I got to primary school and unlike my brother, who I think may have actually been a fish in a former life, I’d never felt a great urge to go jumping into the pool on holiday – why bother when the ice cream stall was over there in the nice
Hello, it’s ‘soppy me’ again! Did you miss me? We’re eleven letters into this A to Z Challenge malarky now, which means we’re up to ‘K’, which means there’s really only one topic I could contemplate writing about that both meets today’s criteria and ensures my continued survival in this world as a wife… I therefore present, in no particular order, eleven reasons why having your own Kev is awesome: Kev has absolutely no interest in watching televised sport of any kind whatsoever. I also have absolutely no interest in watching televised sport of any kind whatsoever. Unless it’s the
This week, according to what Simon Mayo told me when I was driving home from work yesterday, the British Juggling Convention is taking place in Yorkshire. One thing that I really, really want to learn how to do is juggle. I’ve no idea why – it just seems like one of those things that it’d be really cool to be able to do. A bit like sword swallowing or fire eating, but with less risk of imminent death and more chance of stumbling across the necessary equipment in your average English Heritage gift shop. Sadly, one thing that I really,
So… you’ve probably all twigged by now that I’m quite partial to the odd bit of singing every now and again and enjoy baking the odd brownie when the mood takes me? I thought you might have. The last thing I want to do is turn into one of those programmes that everyone stops tuning into because it’s the same old thing over and over again so, whilst I had many ideas for ‘I’ (honest…….. ), what better place than ‘I’ to introduce you to a few of my other interests? For instance… Comedy No, I don’t have a secret
Just blogging to say I need an ‘H’ for today – here is a haiku.
Today’s Saturday. Yep, that’s right, Saturday. I know you lot reading this all think it’s Monday, and to be fair Monday *is* when I plan on publishing this, what with Monday being G-Day and all, but right now, I promise you, it’s very much Saturday. Almost half ten in the evening in fact. So I’d better get a wriggle on or it’ll be Sunday, and then my opening sentence won’t make any sense at all and my efforts to get ahead of the game in readiness for Monday will all have been in vain as I’ll have to re-write it