Not content with yesterday’s efforts, I thought I’d ruin a carol this time… to give a couple of bits of context: 1) I was once, in the depths of my past, a historian 2) I quite enjoyed this 3) I’m not amazing at maths Hark the poor historians sing Maths is quite a complex thing! Perfect numbers, products, primes; Fractions, functions, percentiles. Never learnt to long divide, Or which shapes have seven sides. ‘Fraid my brain is fried again With old Pythag’s Theorem Hark the poor historians sing Maths is quite a complex thing! I’d stand more chance of being
Because nothing says Christmas quite like taking a well known, much loved piece of festive prose and butchering it in the name of parody… Merry Christmas T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a hard disk was whirring, no click of a mouse. Emails to Santa had been written with care, In the hope that new Playstations soon would be there. The children were finally slumped in their beds, While visions of Candy Crush danced in their heads. And Mum with her Baileys and me on Taboo Had just settled down with some old Doctor Who.
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’s that time of year again, and I thought that my 30th Christmas on this planet, combined with the work Secret Santa yesterday, warranted a first attempt at making mince pies. After scouring my Christmas recipe book and finding nothing overly helpful (how can you have a Christmas recipe book that doesn’t include mince pies??) I resorted to Google and quickly found this – they really are as easy to make as the title suggests (if you ignore my hands’ tendency to cramp whenever I have to rub in butter and flour, anyway) and were bloomin’ lovely, if I do say