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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.

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.

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???





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)

Monday, 29 November 2010

R.I.P. Irvin Kershner

Irvin Kershner has died at the grand old age of 87. He is best known for directing what is arguably the finest Star Wars movie in the series, Episode V, The Empire Strikes Back.


I'm sorry to say, I know very little about this man. But he left us with a movie that has become unique, in that, the 'good guys' never won. There is so much more to this film and this man but as I said, I know very little about Irvin Kershner and the movie can speak for itself. Do yourself a favour and get your hands on a copy.
R.I.P. Irvin Kershner. May the force be with you.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Tweet & twidy

Having an alter ego on Twitter is really time consuming. Being myself was a doddle, tweeting as and when I felt like it. But having to do it as someone else as well, tweeting new followers and following new tweeters, well, it's a bit like being on stand-by. Never actually off.

Clue two:
I'm a cute cuddly bear.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

My alter ego

I've been making mischief on Twitter by creating a fake account. Don't worry, it's nothing dodgy, I just felt like having an alter ego, rather like Stephen Fry has done with @MrsStephenFry, or Edna, as she prefers, and was curious to see how I would get on.
So far, so good. I'm following about a dozen related/similar tweeters and have posted a couple of tweets, dipping my toes, so to speak. I even plucked up the courage to have a conversation with another tweeter. Golly. I just might try it again.
I'm not going to publish my alter ego's @name just yet because I'd like to see how I get on with a clean slate. I'll let you know my @name all in good time. Give me a couple of months to find my feet and establish my roots, in a manner of speaking, and all will be revealed!
I'll be using this blog to keep you updated on any developments and dropping hints and clues about my @name from time to time.

First clue:
I'm not pretending to be real_person or even a FakeRealPerson.



Saturday, 20 November 2010

My Boys

So, I'm on my way to collect my boy in London, which means an hours journey there and an hours journey back again. And I'll have to do the same again, tomorrow, when I return him to his mother.
It's a pain but I'd rather that, than never seeing him at all. I've already missed so much of his life. It's true that I've seen him every weekend for the last seven(!?) years but I still miss out on the everyday moments. The tapestry of his life, I suppose.
I'm never going to let that happen with my youngest son. I wish I could have both of them all the time because they are so good together. You should see those two making each other laugh. My Boys. Xx