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Stop the world, I want to leave it. Seriously….

Today’s rant is about irresponsible television. Irresponsible, twattish American television. I’m quite happy to watch most television and there are a great deal of stuff that I will at least attempt to watch. However, when the missus clicked over to something called Toddlers and Tiaras, I shuddered. Just what is good about twattish parents dressing their children up as complete slappers and parading them around? What’s worse it’s then broadcast on television which all in all creates the ultimate sicko paedophile’s fantasy. It’s their dream come true.

Let’s sum it up, it’s a beauty contest where the winner wins money. So basically, if the child is under 10 they’re either dressed like a whore, or dressed like a bloody Barbie doll. All in the name of money and some very, very shallow parents’ ego. I really do think these people who enter children into contests like this don’t deserve to have children. It seems that they are nothing more than trophy-winning trinkets. They are treated like some form of accessory jewellery and as you might have noticed, that annoys the fuck out of me. These parents really do need to take a good hard look at themselves. Since when is dressing a child like a whore to win money acceptable? Fine, be proud of your children as I intend to be proud of my son when he arrives. But this is just wrong on every level.

For fuck sake, there is a “Zero to 12 months” category where they’ve been dressed like Barbie dolls. They’re also being chucked around like a Barbie doll. I would also hazard a guess that if they don’t win, they’d be put in the corner and forgotten about just like a doll. And then there’s a 0-3 years category. Why in the name of all that is holy have they dressed their bloody 2 year old up as if she were going to go out clubbing at the age of 18? Bloody hell’s sake, the child can hardly walk! There are others which are caked up with more make up than Boots could ever supply and wearing stuff worn that even a Camborne girl would reject. Sweet baby fucking Jesus. One example was where a mother was worried about their childs’ skin not looking perfect under the lights. This kid was under a Woods Lamp, a device that looks for impurities in skin. As my wife said “Of course her skin’s ok, she’s fucking 7!” Clearly, this wasn’t good enough because said child was undergoing a full facial treatments, the beautician had shaved her eyebrows and then plastered with fake fucking tan! After which all the child wanted to go was go to bed

These people really take the cake. One particular child which is growing up clearly thinks these pageants are crap. The mother, clearly uninterested in her child’s opinion, actually told her “You used to be good, now you’re the devil”. In a hypothetical world, if I ever met the creator of Toddlers and Tiaras, I’d punch him in the face. Please, stop the world…

April 25, 2011 Posted by | Rants | 1 Comment

The Ronald McDonald House – A Reminder

You didn’t think I’d let up that easily did you? We’ve launched a Facebook page – Cornwall’s Fundraising For the Ronald McDonald House, Bristol. You can get to it via this ‘ere link. We’ve amalgamated all the links to the donation page and all the background information on why this charity means so much to us.

But I’ll remind you anyway of why the RMH Bristol has come to mean so much to us. Long story short, at the beginning of March, mine and my wife’s dear friend’s youngest son Callan (our godson) had to be rushed into hospital with respiratory distress. There was nothing our local hospital could do so he had to be transferred to the Paediatric Intensive Care unit in Bristol children’s Hospital. We had no idea how ill Callan would be and how long he would be in hospital, or indeed whether he would survive. See Kat’s blog here for the full low-down.

With this kind of stress, the last thing anyone needs to worry about is accommodation, especially in a city like Bristol where the cheapest hotel rooms can be around the £75 per night mark IF you can get a room. And as mentioned, you never know how long your child is likely to stay in hospital. Whether you are from Cornwall, Birmingham or London and your child is critically ill you could end up in Bristol. If you look at it that way, it’s an awful long way from home.

The Ronald McDonald House was set up as a charity to take the sting out of accommodation for parents of sick babies and children. They provide accommodation. A warm bed so parents can be near to their children. Cooking, bathroom and laundry facilities. Tea, coffee. Parents who are in the same sort of circumstances – the ability to talk to one another. It all helps, and is provided free of charge. However, if the donations stop, the house closes down. So, please go to our page on Facebook and join in with us as we venture to find new ways of raising money for these great people. Become a part of our team and create awareness. And please make a donation. You’ll find the donation page here and also on the Facebook group. Even a £1 will pay for a box of tea bags, or even milk.

A big thanks to everyone who has made a donation. We’re currently at £330 excluding Gift Aid contribution. We can do better than that. So, please share the links, create awareness and most of all make a donation. Thankyou for reading.

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April 25, 2011 Posted by | Other Stuff! | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Saxon – Live at Falmouth

I went to see Saxon last night, and I was going to write a review on it. However my good friend Alec has already written a review and it’s a top notch review of an excellent gig, and it sums up what I thought of the evening. So go read his – you can go read it here along with some of his other excellent fan-fiction and Black Library writing.

All I will say is the highlight of the night for me, other than 747, Wheels of Steel and new song Call To Arms would be what seemed to be the entire front row shouting out “You Fat Bastard” to Blaze Bayley (yes, he who ruined Iron Maiden) of band Wolfsbane. The ego seemed to take up more room than the 400+ audience members.

If you ever get the chance to see Blaze Bayley, then please do and hit him. If you get the chance to see Saxon live, I urge you to do so. How these guys aren’t bigger than they are is criminal.

April 22, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

My list of the worst cars …………………. in the world

I’m sure you all know by now that it has to be a certain type of car that for me does the business. Different sorts of cars appeal to me, Italian motors, something a bit different – you may say quirky even, muscle cars. Some cars that aren’t even very good, yet have that certain something that makes me like them.

What I cannot stand in a car is something that is made to be just a car. Something with no soul. Something designed and created by a comittee designed purely to transport a person from point A to point B. Function with nothing else. Like every other bloke in this world that likes cars, I have a Fantasy Garage of metal I would like to own and if you look through the archives you can go and visit it, read it and make your own minds up. However, this particular entry looks at my Worst Nightmare Garage. The Top 10 cars that have no business whatsoever existing. Some may be predictable, some may be a surprise. All of them I hate on a cellular level. Every fibre of their existance annoys the crap out of me. So, enough of the preamble and hence forth the list!

The list is no particular order, except for the last one, which is the car that is the worst.

Morris Marina

Morris Piano 1800 ES (Extra Shit)This was BL’s answer to the Ford Cortina. Based on already twenty year old technology – technically underneath these were nothing more than Morris Minors. Colours were normally beige. The shape was beige, the driving experience was beige, the engine was beige, the brakes were beige, the gears were beige. The only thing that wasn’t beige was the monumental oversteer on the early 1.8 models. These damn things were so ordinary as a car, and woefully hideous to drive. If you ever see one of these, please drop a piano on it as it’s the only thing they are good for. One little bit of advice for you – please whatever you do ever start a conversation with a Marina owner. I’ve done that once, wondering why they bothered to buy one in the first place. Trust me, it’s not a good idea.

Nissan Sunny

Nissan Drizzle 1.6 SLX Quite possibly the most inappopriately named car in the world, ever! Nissan Drizzle is more like it. The photo shown here is a photo of a Drizzle I once owned. Suffice to say that was never a proud moment in my life. This car really was a woeful, miserable, hateful, reliable, boring, ugly mode of transport. It handled as well as a Tesco trolley, the ride as comfortable as a pogo stick, a dashboard made out of shiny milk tray cartons and to cap it all, the seats were upholstered in a mix of brown and beige velour.

Vauxhall Vectra

Vauxhall Vectra

This car really wasn’t designed at all. An all new name for something that looked like a Cavalier, only more dreary. Except for its wing mirrors. These things were designed purely for transporting a sales rep from point A to point B with the minimum of fuss. In fact, what it turned out to be was a motoring turd. It was assembled with the same care as a piece of Argos furniture and was a reliable as a smack addict. Coupled to which, it drive with all the panache of a tumbling hippo.

Alfa Romeo Arna

Alfa Romeo ArnaIt really pains me to include an Alfa, being such an Alfa nut. The theory was good – a joint venture between Alfa and Nissan – Nissan could supply the build quality and reliability and Alfa the character, driving experience and styling. Something got lost in translation though. The Arna was a Nissan Cherry with an Alfa badge, Nissan suspension and running gear with an Alfasud engine bolted to it. What resulted was an unreliable, rusty minger of a hatchback with all the character of a blade of grass.


ShittyRoverWhat Rover did is import a crappy little Indian car that cost £2000, put Rover badges on it and charged as near as makes no difference £8500 for it. Not much in the way of upgrades from the Indian car were made – the tracing paper dashboard remained, no quality control whatsoever and it was quite a bit dearer than the Fiat Panda. Which is why the Fiat Panda won the Car of the Year award and the ShittyRover didn’t. What idiot let this car get past the ideas stage?

BMW Mini

MiniI love the original Mini. I think it’s one of the best cars ever made, period. The style, the chic image, the way it drives, the smile it puts on your face and most importantly the size. I love tiny cars. However, BMW have made a new Mini which is nothing more than a parody of the old Mini. A retro fashion accessory driven by estate agents. True, it kind of looks like the old Mini but have you seen the size of if? They should have called it the BMW Fucking Massive. It is the size of Devon and about as appealing. For a car of the size the packaging is shocking, there’s precious little room inside. What really drives me up the wall though is the fact that a new derivative seems to be launched every week. The picture I have included here is what I want to do to all the variants of modern Mini.





What were the designers of this bloody thing thinking? Firstly, electric cars are NOT the way forward. Secondly if you crashed into a leaf at 3mph in a G-Jizz-Pot, it’d be a fatality. This sort of thing should only ever be used as roller skate. It deserves destroying, which wouldn’t take much to be honest. Breathe near it, that’ll do it.

Toyota RAV4

Toyota (T)Rav(esty) 4Firstly, I hate these so-called “Soft Roaders”. Mainly because these things were never much cop off-road. You’d be better going off-road in a soft drinks bottle. Crucially though, they were never any good on the road either. All they are ever used for are school runs – so why not buy an estate car? Presumably they were styled by the same design guru that came up with the Little Tikes GTi. Certainly no one other than Noddy and Big Ears could ever drive one?

Citroen Xsara Picasso

Shitroen Xsara PicassoHere we go, the world of MPVs. Now I’ve always said that if you own an MPV you are somewhat past it. Your biological purpose in life is complete therefore your role in the giant scheme of things is over. This is what you are saying to people when you say “I have a Xsara Picasso”. True to form I’ve never met anyone who owns a Xsara Picasso that is either particularly agreeable or that I would, for instance, share a seat on a bus with. And just look at it – a sea of grey mediocrity. Inside it’s a sea of grey plastic mediocrity! It also has a penchant for throwing its electrics out once a month and in general breaks down more often than Lindsey Lohan.

So here we are, the car that deserves no place in this world whatsoever is ……… cue drum roll…

You knew it, I knew it, we all knew it. It’s the Toyota Prius!

Guilt Ridden Pile of Fucking ShitYes, the darling of the guilt-ridden celebrity set. First off, the interior is not especially well made or finished off. It’s not cheap. It’s quick. It’s not even that economical. It is comical though. It’s aimed at those who think they’re saving the planet. The Hollywood celebrities lap these things up, almost to over-compensate for their 3 Mustangs, 5 Ferraris and gas guzzling limousines they have. The truth of the matter is this – they are not green and they won’t save the planet. In fact they will do more harm than good. In fact, this next bit is recycled from one of my past blogs written about the Prius.

“Because Hybrids are not the answer, as the carbon footprint to make one of these tree-hugging, so called planet-saving pieces of polished turd is far greater than a normal car.

Would you like me to explain? No? Tough, I’m going to. You see, the Prius, being a hybrid, is powered by both an internal combustion engine and also batteries. The batteries are the problem as they are nickel metal hydride. The nickel, is mined in Ontario in the good old US of A. This is smelted nearby, which naturally harms the environment. The smelted nickel is then shipped to Wales to be refined and then on to China to be made into nickel foam. And only then does it go on to Japan to be made into a battery then transported to the factory to be installed in the cars. Which uses a good old amount of fossil fuels in the transportation to get the materials from point A to point B. A firm in America rates cars on the combined energy needed to “plan, build, sell, drive and dispose of a vehicle from initial concept to eventual scrappage”. Check these statistics out, a Prius costs $2.87 per lifetime mile, whereas a Hummer H3 costs $2.07. Now I’m not suggesting you go out and buy a Hummer (except if you want to run over Bono in it) because they are as useful as trying to piss into a colander and you’d be stupid for doing so. But just think of it logically. Any vehicle that has a battery that either part or fully powers it is not a long term solution. You need fossil fuels to create batteries, you need fossil fuels to recharge the batteries when they are flat. Or in the case of a hybrid, the internal combustion engine charges the battery, which uses unleaded petrol. Which is a non-renewable energy source, i.e fossil fuels. So, you may as well buy a run of the mill car like a Fiesta, Focus or Punto which don’t go through the same rigmarole in the manufacturing process like the Prius does and therefore can technically be classed as greener cars. In some cases they can also provide much better fuel economy than a Prius. Or take the latest line of Bluemotion Volkswagen diesel cars, for example. Not only are they road tax exempt, they produce far less C02 than a Prius and return up to 88mpg. It’s a no-brainer. The argument for buying a Prius is becoming more and more woolly by the second.

So there we are. There are many more I can think of, which I shall save for another episode. Thankyou and goodnight.

April 11, 2011 Posted by | Motoring | 1 Comment

Bono rant number, oh fucksticks yet again I’ve lost count.

Mr B. Ono-Twat

Due to Bono not sharing the profits of his tour with anyone, we couldn't afford to have "Massive Twat" tatooed on his forehead...

Yes, that’s it folks, my arch nemesis Bonio is in the news once more. It has emerged that U2 will now hold that finely sought-after record of “Highest grossing tour EVER”. Hmmm. What I have read on the highly informative news site that remain unamed (Yahoo, provided by Sky News), Bono and his bandmates will net a massive £437.5 million when their so-called 360 so-called Tour wraps up in Canada.

[Insert your choice of Paul’s usual expletive phrases here. You may take a while, there’s a lot of them. Please use comment facility below to insert your own. You know you want to]

So, other than wearing stupid glasses, not being able to buy a decent shaving kit, not having written a decent song since 1988 and being a hypocritical, greedy, tax evading twatstick (thankyou Alec for this word), what has Bono ever done for us?

Really, I’m struggling here. I fail to see the relevance of U2 as a band as to me their songs sound pretty much the same. Bono’s whining voice sounds the same. The Edge would be lost without all these stupid effects all over his guitar. I fail to see the relevance of Bono’s existance other than to stick his nose into affairs which don’t concern him. All I do know is next time he wants us to stick our hands in our pockets to pay for some charity cause, all I will remember is the money he’s earnt out of Facebook (see my previous Bono rant) and U2 earning 437.5 million quid from this current tour. And yet another golf ball will be heading in the direction of the TV…

April 9, 2011 Posted by | Rants | 1 Comment

Volbeat – Still Counting

Volbeat are relatively new band to me, only really being turned on to them within the last 18 months thanks to a mate. Vol who I hear you ask? Well, they’re a band that were formed in Copenhagen by Michael Poulsen and their musical style seems to fuse heavy metal with rockabilly, blues, rock ‘n’ roll and punk.

Since their formation they have released four studio albums. Their first album The Strength / The Sound / The Songs was released in 2005 to critical acclaim and some award-winning. Their follow-up second album Rock The Rebel / Metal The Devil was released in 2007, a year which also saw Volbeat support Metallica and Megadeth live. 2009 saw the release of Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood, again to much European success. Their most up to date album Above Heaven/Beyond Hell picks up where Guitar Gangsters left off and was released in 2010.

Having got the entire Volbeat back catalogue, there is one particular song that stands out. It is not necessarily my all-time favourite Volbeat song by them but it is up there. The song is “Still Counting” and is from the Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood album. Still Counting is probably one of Volbeat’s more immediate songs the whole song has great guitar and drum sounds throughout. It starts off with a great sounding guitar lick, followed by some simple drums then with Michael Poulsen’s distinct vocals coming in with a bang a moment later. Then at around 50 seconds it all breaks loose.

Why do I like it so much? Well, put bluntly it kicks ass. It’s the song that introduced me to Volbeat in the first place. It’s great to listen to wherever you are, but it’s one of those songs that is great to have on in the car. You know the scenario, back roads, summers day, window open, full blast, singing at the top of your voice (although when I am singing it at the top of my voice you certainly won’t want to be in the same car as me as I’m totally tone-deaf). What’s more, it’s also the song that got my wife into Volbeat. Even better than that, she’s eight months pregnant and my as yet unborn son reacts to this more than anything else.

What’s the best version? As with most kinds of music, hearing the song live is the best. There is a cracking version from 2010’s Rock AM Ring set included below, as is the studio version. I may have been able to comment on actually seeing it played live as I was due to see Volbeat live in Bristol last December with the mate that got me into them. Sadly, due to Michael Poulsen being ill and hospitalised they had to cancel. So I expect the next time they arrange a UK tour I’ll more than likely be at the nearest gig.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Still Counting:

Here is the studio version:

Catch a live version at the Rock Am Ring here:

April 8, 2011 Posted by | Music | Leave a comment

A car that can drive itself and double up as a housewife? That’s crazy talk…

I’ve hidden it well, but as it transpires I am a car enthusiast. A petrolhead. I like nothing more than a beautifully styled, excellent handling car with a big powerful engine. I like to be involved in driving the vehicle and detest stupid options. My ramblings today centre around some of the most absurd options you can specify in a car on sale today.

For example, John Cockfuss, the sales rep for your local company that needs a sales rep can specify his [insert cliché German executive saloon car] with tyre pressure sensors. Oh yes, a sensor within the tyre that sends a signal to the dashboard to let you know if your tyre is flat. Now I have a problem with this. Firstly, the best way to tell if a tyre is flat is to look at it. And if you’re worth your salt as a driver, you should know through the feel of the car if you have a problem with a tyre. Secondly, they are expensive to replace. On certain vehicles, if you need to replace one, you have to replace a set. Which will set you back over £1,000. That’s added to £500 or so it cost initially to have the stupid things added to rep machine in the first place. Seriously, get a 20p piece, go to your local garage and check your tyre pressures every fortnight. It’s a damn site cheaper.

Automatic headlights and wipers are also a cause for concern for me. Concern because if you specify either of these options on your new vehicle, you are basically admitting that you are too stupid to drive. No, really you are. If you cannot see how dark it is to turn on your own headlights and cannot see how wet it is to turn on your own wipers, you need your driving licence rescinded. Quickly. Stick to public transport and do the rest of us a favour. If you really do want automatic headlights and wipers but don’t want to admit you’re stupid, buy a French car. They won’t work properly anyway.

Whilst we’re speaking of French cars, Peugeot Citroen PSA Group cars tend to feature a rather nasty air freshener on the dashboard which rather like a glad spurts blasts of fresh scent into the air. Well, they say fresh scent, more like a rancid aroma more akin to a French factory worker’s sweat gland. Moving to German cars, the new Audi A1 (which looks like an Austin Allegro in side profile) comes with an option called ‘wasabi green air vent sleeves’. What the fuck??? Are you serious?

I’m not a big fan of Bluetooth in cars either. Yes, it is useful for the aforementioned Mr Cockfuss the sales rep with no general purpose. But most of the systems seem to be troublesome and are not compatible with other car manufacturers. Whether Mr Cockfuss could find a use for Volvo’s grocery bag holder (a £105 option!!) remains to be seen.

What also seems to be happening is all the driver aids and driving “modes” appearing in cheaper cars. Some driver aids I do like such as anti-lock brakes – if you’ve done an emergency stop in a car that hasn’t got it and a car that has you’ll know what I mean. In the Alfa Romeo Mito and Giulietta you have the DNA system. It means Dynamic, Normal and All Weather. To me it is nothing more than a marketing gimmick and if anything holds the car back. Normal mode is next to useless and the performance is flat, All Weather is useless unless you’re in the snow. Ditch these two settings and have the car set up properly for optimum driving like in Dynamic mode ALL THE BLOODY TIME! If you want to drive your car in snow, buy a fucking Land Rover. Even something as lowly as a Fiat Panda 100HP which sports nothing more than a basic 1.4 16v engine has a sport button on the dash to decrease power steering assistance and boost the torque and throttle response. I don’t want a button, I want the car to be like that all the time.

I also hate so-called Keyless Go entry systems because they are shite, basically. You don’t have locks on the outside, instead magic happens between the card and sensor in the door and hey presto you can enter the car! In some systems you can do this from a distance. Which means magic happens between your card and sensor in the door and hey presto someone else can enter your car! Renault had a system like this in the Meganes and Lagunas, but this system came equipped with a stick and a white flag. Tell me, what is wrong with putting the key in the ignition and turning it to start a car rather than fannying about with a fancy card system, waiting for it to load, then having to put your foot on the brake and/or clutch pedal then press a button? It’s utter bollocks I tell thee!

Electronic boot releases annoy the hell out of me aswell. For instance, on my Fiat Stilo, the electronic boot release, complete lighting system, wiper functions, radio system  and anti theft system amongst other things run through something called a body computer. Which is linked into a wiring system called CAN network. Now if anyone of these functions fail, it could be down to this particular device, which is about £600 to replace. When the car is 10 years old it won’t be viable for units like this to be replaced as it will outweigh the value of the car. Really, what is wrong with a button and lock on the boot, or the good old-fashioned cable and lever system on the floor?

Electric power steering is a fantastic fuel saving idea. Theoretically. The truth behind it is there is less feel and driver feedback through an electric set up than through a traditional hydraulic set up. It can also be a lot more costly to repair when it inevitably packs up. Some units alone can be in excess of £1500 to replace. I’m not saying hydraulic units are free from failure but generally work out a lot cheaper to repair.

Manual gearboxes with electronic clutch mechanisms (a cut price automatic, basically) do my nut in also. But I’ve written so much about that being fitted to ‘Er Indoors’ Corsa that I’m bored of that…

April 5, 2011 Posted by | Motoring, Rants | Leave a comment

Wind of change

I make no apology for pinching the title of a great Scorpions song, but a wind of change is upon me. For a start, this is the third entry I’ve written that is devoid of sarcasm or ranting. It’s also seeing me being ever so slightly wussy and soppy but for good reason I think. My two regular readers as well as myself have known it for 33 weeks. I’m going to be a dad. I’ve been more than comfortable with that concept. In fact I’ve been relishing the notion because  there’s so much to look forward to. So much to pass on, such as my love of music and cars. I have a sneaking suspicion that I may have help with this from someone. ZZ Top and American muscle cars will indeed compliment The Beatles and Italian exotica quite nicely I feel.

However, over the last month it’s really hit me hard. It’s been a strange month tarnished in sadness, frustration, love, waiting, laughter, tears, dog walking and finally happiness. If you’ve read my previous entry about the Ronald McDonald House, you’d have learnt that I nearly lost my 8 week old godson Callan – hence the sadness, tears, frustration and waiting. He’s back home now and is well on the road to recovery. Myself and Jayne basically housesat for close to two weeks which meant we got to babysit Callan’s older brother Kieran, who is just over 18 months old. And what a wonderful lad Kieran is, a testament to his parents. However I wish we got to look after him in different circumstances. Dog walking? Ah yes, they have a dog which I, well, walked.

So we’ve covered frustration, waiting, sadness and dog walking. But how about love?  And the happiness bit? Read on! What I find amazing is seeing people pull together in this sort of scenario and the amount of love and well wishing for someone who hasn’t been in this world for very long. So is reading something as simple as a heartfelt thankyou card.  Seeing Callan at home and on the mend, smiling at me when I hold him. Or when Jayne or when parents Alec and Kat hold him. I can’t explain how happy that makes me feel after seeing him weeks prior on a hospital bed with tubes coming out of him.

The fact that my son’s nursery is now pretty much complete. The decorating is done with help from Alec. The cot has been built and is located just where we want it. The wardrobe and drawer unit are in there. The nappy stacker, cot tidy, laundry bag and lamp shade are all in position. Just need the curtains and we’re done. The pram/pushchair/car seat system has arrived at the shop resplendent in its black & Ferrari red colour scheme. So the bulk of the preparation is done!

Which is just as well really as in six weeks time give or take, my wife and I will be celebrating the wind of change. The arrival of our own bundle of mischief. Though I feel he has already arrived, through experiencing his wriggles and kicks and generally responding to my voice. The amount he gets talked about by family and friends also makes it feel like he’s here already. I’m telling myself I’m not worried, I’m not nervous, that I’m just understanding just how life will change forever. If I’m totally honest I’m bricking it a little bit.

Can I do the job of dad well enough?
Am I going to be embarrassing enough? I do have a reputation to uphold.
Is a three door car going to be totally practical?
Will Jayne’s Corsa change up to fifth gear by the time he leaves school?
Will one child be enough?
Will our house fit more than one child if we decide we want more?

I’m jumping the gun a bit there on the last two, but they are things that go through your head. But what’s going through my head now? The fact that I want to be able to teach my son how to play cricket. I love the sport personally, and explaining it… well, how hard can it be? And I want him to teach me how to use my mobile phone, because I sure as hell cannot use it. The other thing that is travelling through my head at the speed of light is the knowledge of how loved he will be. That’s the second most important thing below health – end of.

I will end it with a message without sounding like a hippy or meaning to look as clichéd as a Daily Mail reporter. As it has been proven if you’ve been reading, life is precious as is time spent with those you love. Those who can’t be bothered to, don’t bother with them.

P.S. I’ve sent up a Facebook page for the Ronald McDonald House, Bristol and our fundraising efforts for it. Click here to visit it. Please join / like the page, share the link with those you know and perhaps make a donation. Thankyou.

April 1, 2011 Posted by | Other Stuff! | 2 Comments


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