U is for Uhura. Good with words, partial to a bit of singing, officer aboard a space ship going boldly where noone had gone before… a role model for a sci-fi loving, limerick writing choir addict if ever there was one. Quite good at comms was Uhura. Her Klingon could not have been surer. French, Italian, Chinese – She could speak ’em with ease – And her singing voice couldn’t have been purer.
It really has been quite the twelve months. In the past five hundred twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes* I have : Discovered Twitter! Opened the Welsh Women Mean Business Awards! Nearly completed the A to Z Challenge! Entered and completed the Cardiff 10K! Started singing in choirs again! Open mic nighted! Twice! Made a cookbook for Ty Hafan! Ended up on YouTube a few times! Cheered at a TV screen! Ovationed after seeing Chicago! Ovationed after seeing Phantom of the Opera! Learnt how to write songs! Ticked Kerry Ellis, Ruthie Henshall & John Owen-Jones off my
… but I’ve only just remembered I need a ‘V’ and I’ve got a choir gig to get to! Here – have a Valjean’s Soliloquy instead!
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
‘C’ was always going to pose problems. ‘C’ means two things in my head – choirs and cookbooks. Which to choose? Decisions have never been my strong point (ask anyone who’s witnessed me shopping for a birthday card, pair of shoes or sandwich) so… choirs and cookbooks it is! Or, more specifically, cookbook. Or, even more specifically, the cookbook that I’ve been putting together at work, along with some colleagues, in support of Ty Hafan, for whom I do the odd bit of ambassadorising – more on that here. Why Ty Hafan? It’s our nominated charity at work, we’ve set a
After the heady excitement of last week, Monday saw the return to my workplace of Sing and Inspire for our penultimate Inspire Choir rehearsal before it finishes next week *sniff*. We had a good run, making it to our first birthday and beyond, which is probably more than any of us realistically expected a sub-15 member construction company choir to be able to pull off. We’ve bonded as a choir, pulled off some cracking performances, proved you don’t need to be big to make a big noise, and had so much fun along the way that, as much of a shame
It’s not often you get to say you’ve been on the radio, been filmed by a documentary camera crew and performed live in the space of a week – at least, not if you’re of the non-celeb sort like me – yet in the past seven days I’ve gone from the Radio Cardiff Breakfast Show to the Sororitas Christmas Concert via a brief stint sat talking to camera surrounded by four men staring at me intently with a camera pointed at my face and a boom mic in the corner of my eye! Turns out, talking to camera is a lot more difficult
Yesterday was one of “those” days. The sort that feels about six years long, you can’t concentrate and there isn’t enough tea in the world. As luck would have it, yesterday was also one of these days. You wouldn’t really think that driving for half an hour in the cold, dark and wet to go and stand up for an hour before driving half an hour home again would rank overly highly on the ‘Things That Give You Energy and Make You Feel Better’ list, but it succeeded last night where roughly ten pints of tea since breakfast many eons previously had
This morning, whilst making the obligatory first-thing-in-the-morning ‘while my computer warms up’ cuppa, someone remarked that I was rather chirpy – no mean feat for 8am on a cold, foggy winter morning when I haven’t even had my obligatory first-thing-in-the-morning ‘while my computer warms up’ cuppa yet! I’ve put this down to my previously referred to new hobby of collecting choirs that start with ‘S’ and the fact that yesterday was SUPERCHOIR day, the day formerly known as Wednesday, and was therefore spent getting to work bang on time so I could leave bang on time so I could get here bang on time
It was recently brought to my attention that some people out there actually read this from time to time, which made me think I should probably post something. There’s only so long a most recent post called ‘Choirfest!’ can maintain an illusion of being interesting, and five months is probably pushing it a bit, so here’s May to September in a nutshell (I’m sure there’s a programme title in there somewhere…) Zumba and Body Combat, once the mainstay of my weekday evenings, have somewhat fallen by the wayside – they served me well, were great fun, but ultimately couldn’t compete