I forgot all about this till the other day. So I reckon I might start again.
not yet though, in a bit.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
News flashes
A quick update
Frankie wins his spurs for learning to pedal. Nothing can stop him now, not even hills. He loves it. The next Chris Boardman I reckon. He's also started swimming lessons, and soon he'll be doing dancing lessons and gymnastics. go frank go.
Patrick meanwhile is moving on up to cubs, he went catching crabs tonight down the sea front.
And also he had his first guitar lesson at school this evening and is quickly mastering the main vocal line to "twinkle twinkle".
The Strawberrys are begnning to redden and the courgettes are almost as big as my fingers, I can hardly wait till they is full grown and sitting in my tum.
So you can imagine how excited we all are. We had a trip to the theatre for seussical the musical t'other week . That was grand. Both boys enjoyed it - especially the half time ice creams and the little binoculars. All singing all dancing and all fun. Frankie is starting to learn to write his name as well, whilst Patrick got his school report rating him as hot shit in teh brains department but peraps a lttle lazy. averaging an ability of a 9 year old, with the reading age of 11. good work. It'll be 11 plus soon though so we cant rest on our laurels. Meanwhile Frankie is preparing for his first year at pre school in September so we gotta get teaching him his abc and 123. He can count upto 20 at a push but cant tell the difference between a 1 and a G. Still, i reckon he's pretty bright and he can certainley handle lifes little challenges, albeit with a ratehr brash temprement.
Anyways, i'll leave yous to digest all that info. if anyone still reds this thing.
tra
PS must get some of you chaps over soon, i might post an invite on the face, since that seems to be where its at these days.
out
Frankie wins his spurs for learning to pedal. Nothing can stop him now, not even hills. He loves it. The next Chris Boardman I reckon. He's also started swimming lessons, and soon he'll be doing dancing lessons and gymnastics. go frank go.
Patrick meanwhile is moving on up to cubs, he went catching crabs tonight down the sea front.
And also he had his first guitar lesson at school this evening and is quickly mastering the main vocal line to "twinkle twinkle".
The Strawberrys are begnning to redden and the courgettes are almost as big as my fingers, I can hardly wait till they is full grown and sitting in my tum.
So you can imagine how excited we all are. We had a trip to the theatre for seussical the musical t'other week . That was grand. Both boys enjoyed it - especially the half time ice creams and the little binoculars. All singing all dancing and all fun. Frankie is starting to learn to write his name as well, whilst Patrick got his school report rating him as hot shit in teh brains department but peraps a lttle lazy. averaging an ability of a 9 year old, with the reading age of 11. good work. It'll be 11 plus soon though so we cant rest on our laurels. Meanwhile Frankie is preparing for his first year at pre school in September so we gotta get teaching him his abc and 123. He can count upto 20 at a push but cant tell the difference between a 1 and a G. Still, i reckon he's pretty bright and he can certainley handle lifes little challenges, albeit with a ratehr brash temprement.
Anyways, i'll leave yous to digest all that info. if anyone still reds this thing.
tra
PS must get some of you chaps over soon, i might post an invite on the face, since that seems to be where its at these days.
out
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Knowsley hall music festival
Mud and who. that was last weekends treat. And boy was it. First up, Patricks summer fayre as he was doing the doopsy do and other trad-dance moves. bought into some crazy golf and almost an inflateable climbing frame until some joker slashed it. Still, bigger and better things were on the horizon and the rain was holding off.
Met Hellie at Lime street after some dazzlign footwork from young master thelwell and we was off. frank stayed at his nans so no worries about tired littl eyes.
AFter the most ridiculous queing and verification system this side of dover customs, we got in. We had to first of all queue for almost an hour to park the car, then take our walletts, knives bombs and belt buckles off and put them in a plastic bag. then on to check out 2 where we had to down the vodka cunningky disguised as water and dispense with the empty bottles and also remove all the food, in case it was a bomb or a knife i presume. I used the parent wild card to perusade the fool on the till that kids need crisps and sweets. He wasnt fooled by Jans mums cleverly putting them in a paper pescription bag. He let me off and I didnt mention to him the two bottles of juice tucked away in between all the coats. Next stop the metal detector where we had to show the man our plastic bag with weapons in whilst he strip searched our cavities with a probe. Then it was a 15 minute hike round the perimeter fencing till we got to the next gate where we gave in our tickets and then raced in like the bell for first break just went.
Unforftunatley the tehre were no security chaps on the fence so all the drug dealers and undesirbales just hopped over the fence. perhaps they should have put the ticket collectors on teh first gate...
Musically it was a bit patchy till the coral but we had dodgems to keep us entertained til then. Also i must mention the maybes who pretty darn rockin. and 2 hour beer queues and a ridiculously english queue for the toilets. in fact it was queues everywhere. the beer queues were soon beaten by everyone forking ot 100s of squids on crates and crates of booze so the pace was full of paraletic scousers on drugs. a great laugh when you dont have a 7 year old kid wondering why a full grown man was struggling to keep the ice cream away from his forehead and chin.
It was a laugh though, apart from half way through the coral when the copz went berserk and ploughed through the crowd on quad bikes - lights and sirens blazing, stompong over the picnic blankets and drug addled comatosees laying strewen around. so everyone chucked their bottles at em. leading to injuries to passers by. Worse was to come when some chap collapsed right in front of us. pretty scary for the young patrick so we moved round the other side.
The who did us proud, despite the torrential downpour that greeted them on stage.
Eventually we had to go, traipsing back through the mud, struggled to find the car and then home.
a cracking day out.
ill tell you about seusical the musical laters
Met Hellie at Lime street after some dazzlign footwork from young master thelwell and we was off. frank stayed at his nans so no worries about tired littl eyes.
AFter the most ridiculous queing and verification system this side of dover customs, we got in. We had to first of all queue for almost an hour to park the car, then take our walletts, knives bombs and belt buckles off and put them in a plastic bag. then on to check out 2 where we had to down the vodka cunningky disguised as water and dispense with the empty bottles and also remove all the food, in case it was a bomb or a knife i presume. I used the parent wild card to perusade the fool on the till that kids need crisps and sweets. He wasnt fooled by Jans mums cleverly putting them in a paper pescription bag. He let me off and I didnt mention to him the two bottles of juice tucked away in between all the coats. Next stop the metal detector where we had to show the man our plastic bag with weapons in whilst he strip searched our cavities with a probe. Then it was a 15 minute hike round the perimeter fencing till we got to the next gate where we gave in our tickets and then raced in like the bell for first break just went.
Unforftunatley the tehre were no security chaps on the fence so all the drug dealers and undesirbales just hopped over the fence. perhaps they should have put the ticket collectors on teh first gate...
Musically it was a bit patchy till the coral but we had dodgems to keep us entertained til then. Also i must mention the maybes who pretty darn rockin. and 2 hour beer queues and a ridiculously english queue for the toilets. in fact it was queues everywhere. the beer queues were soon beaten by everyone forking ot 100s of squids on crates and crates of booze so the pace was full of paraletic scousers on drugs. a great laugh when you dont have a 7 year old kid wondering why a full grown man was struggling to keep the ice cream away from his forehead and chin.
It was a laugh though, apart from half way through the coral when the copz went berserk and ploughed through the crowd on quad bikes - lights and sirens blazing, stompong over the picnic blankets and drug addled comatosees laying strewen around. so everyone chucked their bottles at em. leading to injuries to passers by. Worse was to come when some chap collapsed right in front of us. pretty scary for the young patrick so we moved round the other side.
The who did us proud, despite the torrential downpour that greeted them on stage.
Eventually we had to go, traipsing back through the mud, struggled to find the car and then home.
a cracking day out.
ill tell you about seusical the musical laters
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Olympic bids and filthy logos
I havent read the red tops today, so I dont know if i'm the only one to notice - but the London Olympics Logo is terribly rude. It seems to me to be a covert political message, with little man London giving Old MOther Olympics a right good rogerin, right in her golden ring.
On other news, the frogs are still in the shed - I dont think theyre dead. will keep you posted.
Whatcha all think to me new tunes on me myspace too? i need to some back slapping people - come on make my fucking day.
Moolakii Club Recordings
Jack The Money
Tra my darlings
xx
On other news, the frogs are still in the shed - I dont think theyre dead. will keep you posted.
Whatcha all think to me new tunes on me myspace too? i need to some back slapping people - come on make my fucking day.
Moolakii Club Recordings
Jack The Money
Tra my darlings
xx
Monday, June 04, 2007
Jim
Yeah you erd. Gymnasia for unkle bozzley. strutted in wearing just me wangers - beat them dudes at their own game. "Induct me, you meaty fucker" I instructed the instructioneer. And he fucking did. So i rowed and rode and then strutted back out, pants soaked through to me clegs and muscles rippling like the river don on a summers day. every monday and thursday till this body is beautiful. when ive got a tan and gonna workout in the nud. thats the only way these boys will rispek my temple.
ooh, im gonna ache in the morrow.
oh eye, and theres a family of frogs in the shed.
more on them laters,
out
ooh, im gonna ache in the morrow.
oh eye, and theres a family of frogs in the shed.
more on them laters,
out
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Lazy bastards unite
So after being pestered by all my legions of adoring fans I have entered the world wide web again.
Lifes been pretty constant with stuff happening here and there juxtaposed with not much happening in the inbetween parts. Memory fails due in part i expect to the massive amount of dust particles that have enveloped my brain after years living in squalor. But I can rememebr going camping at the weekend. twas fandabidozi too. Rhosneiger was our field of choice and we fuckin had it. not put off by our partners in camp dropping out at teh last night, submitting "weather" as their excuse for being soft ninnys, we traveled over friday afternoon. sunshine and wales, not a combination oft seen but we struck lucky this once. I single handedly erected our castle (well i got most of the main poles put together but had to slope off for help from a friendly group of mancs to show me the rest) Its one of them old 70's jobs with the plastic window and nu-deco patterinng under the hood. you know the types, them that creak if you blow on em and whisks you off like something out of the wizard of oz when a gust gets under the guide ropes.
We ate like kings, well - kings who live off spaggehtti bolocksnaise cooked in a wok over a candle. And slept like babys. again i could amuse your stitches with a wittycism but i'll leave you make up your own, involving teh aforementioned creakingoples and airbeds.
Saturday, fry up then beach. disapointed at the shuttness of the local chipperia. but not as disapointed as Patrick afetr his first venture out onto the surf, having donned wetsuit and body board. the waves were too small and the wet suit too loose. we made up for it with toasties, burgers and milkshakes in a quaint little caf on the prom. Then back for tea (corned beef hash). Sunday howling gales and rain reminded us that wales is indeed wet and windy (interject joke involving leaks if you will) and so we scarpered after 2 hours trying to get the mountain of bags and shit back in the car.
Other than that, its been pretty much same old - ive been to london wiv work for a conference. very ho hum - got slightly drunk and possibly made a fool of myself but nobody has told me i did so i cant have got my arse out or owt.
Oh, and Patrick didnt get the part in the panto - better luck next time.
Update on Frankie - he can do buttons up, and undo them. to be fair hes better at undoing them at the mo but hes practising bless im. Trying to teach him his numbers and letters but hes a bit reluctant. Same with peddaling but put him on a climbing frame and hes off like a little orangutang. good boy.
Well, thats it, im off
tra
Bozzle
x
Lifes been pretty constant with stuff happening here and there juxtaposed with not much happening in the inbetween parts. Memory fails due in part i expect to the massive amount of dust particles that have enveloped my brain after years living in squalor. But I can rememebr going camping at the weekend. twas fandabidozi too. Rhosneiger was our field of choice and we fuckin had it. not put off by our partners in camp dropping out at teh last night, submitting "weather" as their excuse for being soft ninnys, we traveled over friday afternoon. sunshine and wales, not a combination oft seen but we struck lucky this once. I single handedly erected our castle (well i got most of the main poles put together but had to slope off for help from a friendly group of mancs to show me the rest) Its one of them old 70's jobs with the plastic window and nu-deco patterinng under the hood. you know the types, them that creak if you blow on em and whisks you off like something out of the wizard of oz when a gust gets under the guide ropes.
We ate like kings, well - kings who live off spaggehtti bolocksnaise cooked in a wok over a candle. And slept like babys. again i could amuse your stitches with a wittycism but i'll leave you make up your own, involving teh aforementioned creakingoples and airbeds.
Saturday, fry up then beach. disapointed at the shuttness of the local chipperia. but not as disapointed as Patrick afetr his first venture out onto the surf, having donned wetsuit and body board. the waves were too small and the wet suit too loose. we made up for it with toasties, burgers and milkshakes in a quaint little caf on the prom. Then back for tea (corned beef hash). Sunday howling gales and rain reminded us that wales is indeed wet and windy (interject joke involving leaks if you will) and so we scarpered after 2 hours trying to get the mountain of bags and shit back in the car.
Other than that, its been pretty much same old - ive been to london wiv work for a conference. very ho hum - got slightly drunk and possibly made a fool of myself but nobody has told me i did so i cant have got my arse out or owt.
Oh, and Patrick didnt get the part in the panto - better luck next time.
Update on Frankie - he can do buttons up, and undo them. to be fair hes better at undoing them at the mo but hes practising bless im. Trying to teach him his numbers and letters but hes a bit reluctant. Same with peddaling but put him on a climbing frame and hes off like a little orangutang. good boy.
Well, thats it, im off
tra
Bozzle
x
Monday, April 30, 2007
my life in bits
Well, plenty has happened over the past two weeks.
Ive payed footy. twice (dads vs lads). i ached for a good 5 days after the first game, a recovery period of just 1 day for the second. Looking forward to another bash on saturday.
Patricks got an audition for a part in the produciton of beauty and the beast at liverpool empire which is all very exciting.
I took him off to Gulivers world on sunday with the beavers. luckily plenty of other parents went so i didnt have to keep control over 10 screaming boys on a hot sunday afternoon covered in sticky donuts and roller-coaster pink vomit. it all went pretty much according to plan, no lost kids and plenty of fun packed thrills.
the non-blogging culture at me new place of work has meant very sparce attempts at telling you abot my life. i cant now remember of anything much more that happened.
oh, we went ot see gruff rhys at liverpool philamonic last wednesday. it was pretty darn good too. plenty of surreal welsh humour and cardboard cut outs. I got the obligatory momentus mug and two programmed so the kids can cut out and make their very own candylions.
when i remember to do it
Ive payed footy. twice (dads vs lads). i ached for a good 5 days after the first game, a recovery period of just 1 day for the second. Looking forward to another bash on saturday.
Patricks got an audition for a part in the produciton of beauty and the beast at liverpool empire which is all very exciting.
I took him off to Gulivers world on sunday with the beavers. luckily plenty of other parents went so i didnt have to keep control over 10 screaming boys on a hot sunday afternoon covered in sticky donuts and roller-coaster pink vomit. it all went pretty much according to plan, no lost kids and plenty of fun packed thrills.
the non-blogging culture at me new place of work has meant very sparce attempts at telling you abot my life. i cant now remember of anything much more that happened.
oh, we went ot see gruff rhys at liverpool philamonic last wednesday. it was pretty darn good too. plenty of surreal welsh humour and cardboard cut outs. I got the obligatory momentus mug and two programmed so the kids can cut out and make their very own candylions.
when i remember to do it
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