Singing

I have hinted at it before in previous blog posts, but if you hadn't worked out by now, I do a bit of singing on the side. I discovered that I had a voice of sorts when we moved to Cardiff from Beddau (little town in the South Wales valleys for you international readers) when I was nine. To cut a long story short, my grandmother died and my grandfather moved in with us. My father and he worked in the same factory and it was natural for us to move nearer their work I had spent my early years in Beddau and as I had no friends in Cardiff as we were new there, I joined the Cub Scouts and later the Scouts. The scouts were affiliated with a church and bada bing, before I know it I'm in the choir.

Gadget

You might have noticed the frog. I discovered it the other day on a site by a fella called Andy Bowman. He makes these smashing little gadgets and widgets for websites and all that. For added loveliness, they are free! Have a look over here :

aBowman

Cool eh?

Vegetarians

I don't get vegetarians. I mean I understand why people do it, but I don't get it. Never have, never will. I understand that there are religions that consider some animals sacred or unclean and as the youngsters say, I'm down with that. But giving up meat all together? For no other good reason than you think it's wrong to eat other things with faces?

Tagged

A good friend Mark has tagged my blog to promote some readership for me. Here goes.

The Rules Are:

1. You must post the rules.
2. post eleven fun facts about yourself on the blog post.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions to ask the people you've tagged.
4. Tag eleven bloggers, however, you can break the rules and tag fewer people if you want. Make sure you hyperlink their names/blogs.
5. Let them know you've tagged them - it's good manners ;)
6. Enjoy and have fun with it.

Snooker

I have come to the realisation that I am creeping toward middle age and it's about time I had a pastime that I can associate myself with. I need this so that when I die and folk are milling about at the post funeral "do", they will say things like "He did like a game of snooker didn't he?" and "Not too bad with a cue our Wayne." I have chosen snooker so that people won't say things like "Hell of a taxidermist that Wayne." or, "He loved his pigeons didn't he?". I'm convinced that I will end up doing something weird if I don't choose some kind of reasonable pastime. I don't want to to end up collecting bus tickets, toenail clippings or something equally bizzare as I am dragged inorexably into my dotage.

Mascara

I don't understand it. Well no, that isn't true. I do understand it and what it's for, but I don't understand the veritable smorgasbord of choice for what is essentially a product that makes eyelashes appear longer. Now reader, do me a quick favour while you read this and open a new window in your browser of choice and just enter the word "mascara" and cast your eyes over the results. I'm going to do it now too, so we can play this game together.