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!
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
Regular readers (*wave*) may remember me posting a little while ago about choirs and how fab it is to be involved in one again thanks to a company called Sing and Inspire. Things have progressed somewhat since then… I’m now in TWO choirs (so the Zumba has had to take a bit of a backseat), practising the combined repertoire of both now takes roughly 40 minutes, I’ve developed a worrying tendency to slightly scare shoppers by singing Whitney Houston along to Bruno Mars in local supermarkets at any given opportunity, and last week saw the inaugural (un)official Choirfest. A Choirfest, for those