The F1 2010 Season Review that I should have written has just been started and it's already looking to grow too big for one blog post. Looks like I'll be publishing a couple of blogs after all.
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Fake Tweeter
Well, well, well, who would have thought my Fake Twitter account would turn out to be more popular than me? But it's true, it has nearly 50% more followers than I do. And not only that, many fellow tweeters like to have a conversation with my alter ego, chatting about personal details, likes/dislikes and having a laugh.
Allow me to introduce Sleeps All Winter, my teddy bear.
He can be found on Twitter as @SleepsAllWinter and uses the hashtag #FollowTheBear.
Surprisingly, he is not alone. There are many other soft toys and pets accounts on Twitter, half of which are barking(!) Sleeps All Winter has befriended lots of new Anipals (soft toys are the best) as well as following ordinary people, which Sleepy likes to call Humates.
If you have a Twitter account, take the time to say hello to @SleepsAllWinter and #FollowTheBear ;)
Allow me to introduce Sleeps All Winter, my teddy bear.
He can be found on Twitter as @SleepsAllWinter and uses the hashtag #FollowTheBear.
Surprisingly, he is not alone. There are many other soft toys and pets accounts on Twitter, half of which are barking(!) Sleeps All Winter has befriended lots of new Anipals (soft toys are the best) as well as following ordinary people, which Sleepy likes to call Humates.
If you have a Twitter account, take the time to say hello to @SleepsAllWinter and #FollowTheBear ;)
Saturday, 15 January 2011
New year
So, it's 2011. A brand new year, full of promise and hope that this year will be better than the last. But not me. I happen to be more than content with the way last year panned out. It hasn't all been sweetness and light for my family and myself but all in all last year was a pretty good year and if 2011 goes as well as 2010, then I'll be a happy man.
Friday, 7 January 2011
Gonna ride my bike
Since the snow hit London just before Christmas, I've been neglecting my bicycle. I used to ride into work every day, come rain or shine but I've fallen into a routine of getting the train instead. It's only three stops on the Metropolitan line so you must be thinking how lazy I am but nothing could be further from the truth. I love riding my bike. It gives me a sense of freedom and speed which nothing else does. So what's the problem?
Well. My front gears don't engage, my chain is stretched and the pedals spin when starting off (potentialy family jewel damaging) and feels like shit on all but three gears (four if I'm lucky) and my rear tyre has a slow flat.
Conclusion: I need to get my bike fixed.
Well. My front gears don't engage, my chain is stretched and the pedals spin when starting off (potentialy family jewel damaging) and feels like shit on all but three gears (four if I'm lucky) and my rear tyre has a slow flat.
Conclusion: I need to get my bike fixed.
Sunday, 26 December 2010
All going so well
Well, Christmas day was great. Santa came with his reindeer and left a lasting impression on our boys. Two chewed carrots and half a mince pie on a plate reinforced the seasonal belief considerably. I'll need to reinforce my teeth for next year ;-)
The rest of the day went as well as you could hope for on Christmas day. Presents, wrapping paper, music, snacks, naps, the Queen's speech, drinks, turkey, movies, mince pies, phonecalls, desserts, more drinks, more snacks, hugs and a multitude of mistletoe kisses. You couldn't have asked for a better day if you'd ordered it online.
Merry Christmas!
It was all going so well until, on Boxing day, my wife got a call about her grandad having to be taken into hospital. Needless to say, she rushed to her grandparent's side, along with nearby family members, getting an ambulance to deliver him to hospital where he is now having tests done to find out what's wrong.
Our thoughts are with him and we hope hope he makes a speedy recovery.
The rest of the day went as well as you could hope for on Christmas day. Presents, wrapping paper, music, snacks, naps, the Queen's speech, drinks, turkey, movies, mince pies, phonecalls, desserts, more drinks, more snacks, hugs and a multitude of mistletoe kisses. You couldn't have asked for a better day if you'd ordered it online.
Merry Christmas!
It was all going so well until, on Boxing day, my wife got a call about her grandad having to be taken into hospital. Needless to say, she rushed to her grandparent's side, along with nearby family members, getting an ambulance to deliver him to hospital where he is now having tests done to find out what's wrong.
Our thoughts are with him and we hope hope he makes a speedy recovery.
Friday, 24 December 2010
Christmas eve
It's the night before Christmas and I'm the only one awake. The boys went to bed without a fuss hours ago and the Mrs has fallen asleep in my arms. The calm before the storm. All hell is going to break loose tomorrow morning so one more drink then I'd better hit the sack. Merry Christmas. X
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Music
Music is in my heart and my soul. I love so many different styles, from ancient Japanese drumming to modern alternative and almost everything in between.
I say almost, because I like to keep things like jazz and gabba at arms length. You'll have to ask my mate, Little Rob, about gabba. I heard it once and my brain has long since locked the memory safely away where it can do no harm. But all things considered, I really do like most styles of music. Which is not the way it used to be.
When I was young and full of life, nobody could tell me anything because I knew everything, already (sound familiar). And I knew that rock ruled. It rocked my world. I would listen in disgust to sugary pop tunes that floated around my ears in shops, restaurants and (when I was old enough) pubs. I would cringe when someone's parents tried to influence me with their favoured artists. But play me something with a tub thumping drum beat and some choppy guitar licks and I would soon be standing in a puddle of my own warmth, beaming like an idiot.
I'm still a rocker at heart, bands like Kings Of Leon and The Zutons keep me on the right track, but now I listen to bands that don't rock, yet still manage to get my blood pumping. If I'd mentioned to one of my friends, many years back, that I have all the Scissor Sisters albums, I would have been laughed at and ridiculed. To my face. My friends let you know, there and then, when you were making a bad call. Funny looks could follow you around for weeks and... Not really. But you did get told to "Get a life!". Which you promptly did.
"Maybe I won't get that INXS album, after all."
And then, when nobody was looking, I'd buy it, anyway. After all, everyone should own a copy of Kick. It's a classic. And over the years, I've acquired a fairly decent library of musical tastes. Many albums have been lost, lent or sold but what I have remaining paints an honest picture of my tastes. The band that kickstarted my musical adventure was Queen. I saw them performing on TV at Live Aid in 1985, so I would have been 12 years old, and they left one hell of an impression on that young boy. To this day, I still listen to their music.
Since then, I've treated my ears to so many artists. You don't have to read the list.
Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, John Lee Hooker, Willie Dixon, Massive Attack, Bjork, Leftfield, Groove Armada, James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Amy Winehouse, Rage Against The Machine, Gorillaz, Black Eyed Peas, Lily Allen, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Madonna, The Velvet Underground, One Eskimo, Ray Charles, Alice Cooper, Lemon Jelly, Foo Fighters, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, etc.
The list goes on but the point I'm trying to make is that although I love rock and roll (sorry, I couldn't help it), I have opened my mind to many more styles of music and and as a result I'm far better off for it.
I say almost, because I like to keep things like jazz and gabba at arms length. You'll have to ask my mate, Little Rob, about gabba. I heard it once and my brain has long since locked the memory safely away where it can do no harm. But all things considered, I really do like most styles of music. Which is not the way it used to be.
When I was young and full of life, nobody could tell me anything because I knew everything, already (sound familiar). And I knew that rock ruled. It rocked my world. I would listen in disgust to sugary pop tunes that floated around my ears in shops, restaurants and (when I was old enough) pubs. I would cringe when someone's parents tried to influence me with their favoured artists. But play me something with a tub thumping drum beat and some choppy guitar licks and I would soon be standing in a puddle of my own warmth, beaming like an idiot.
I'm still a rocker at heart, bands like Kings Of Leon and The Zutons keep me on the right track, but now I listen to bands that don't rock, yet still manage to get my blood pumping. If I'd mentioned to one of my friends, many years back, that I have all the Scissor Sisters albums, I would have been laughed at and ridiculed. To my face. My friends let you know, there and then, when you were making a bad call. Funny looks could follow you around for weeks and... Not really. But you did get told to "Get a life!". Which you promptly did.
"Maybe I won't get that INXS album, after all."
And then, when nobody was looking, I'd buy it, anyway. After all, everyone should own a copy of Kick. It's a classic. And over the years, I've acquired a fairly decent library of musical tastes. Many albums have been lost, lent or sold but what I have remaining paints an honest picture of my tastes. The band that kickstarted my musical adventure was Queen. I saw them performing on TV at Live Aid in 1985, so I would have been 12 years old, and they left one hell of an impression on that young boy. To this day, I still listen to their music.
Since then, I've treated my ears to so many artists. You don't have to read the list.
Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, John Lee Hooker, Willie Dixon, Massive Attack, Bjork, Leftfield, Groove Armada, James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Amy Winehouse, Rage Against The Machine, Gorillaz, Black Eyed Peas, Lily Allen, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Madonna, The Velvet Underground, One Eskimo, Ray Charles, Alice Cooper, Lemon Jelly, Foo Fighters, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, etc.
The list goes on but the point I'm trying to make is that although I love rock and roll (sorry, I couldn't help it), I have opened my mind to many more styles of music and and as a result I'm far better off for it.
Friday, 17 December 2010
Try, try, try...
I'd written a blog a few days ago and I'm getting pretty fed up because it won't post!
WHY???
WHY???
Friday, 10 December 2010
Christmas spirit?
I'm not really in the Christmas spirit yet. It was only today that I started shopping and that was only to ask the price of mistletoe. According to the florist, it'll only last about 7-10 days so I didn't actually need to get it this early.
Friday, 3 December 2010
#FollowTheBear
Ok. So, my Twitter alter-ego thing is working out quite well. I'm enjoying being someone else. Does that sound a bit creepy? Well, it's not!
I'm only having a little fun and sharing a laugh with other tweeters. Many of them are also fake and I think if you're up front about it then there isn't any harm. In fact, I really like the fake tweeters. They put a smile on my face.
Anyway, time for clue 3:
#FollowTheBear
(And that's as close as you'll get without actually knowing my @name)
I'm only having a little fun and sharing a laugh with other tweeters. Many of them are also fake and I think if you're up front about it then there isn't any harm. In fact, I really like the fake tweeters. They put a smile on my face.
Anyway, time for clue 3:
#FollowTheBear
(And that's as close as you'll get without actually knowing my @name)
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