THINGS have been eventful at work, keeping me busy and keeping my cortisol levels high. This means that I have neglected this page, despite many ideas, threads and stories rushing around my head. But I have decided that they must wait - there's no point in forcing them out there unfinished, undeveloped, just to keep a consistent and regular output - Christmas is coming, and there will be ample opportunity to regale you with tales of sheep with fluffy feet, vindictive showers and errant semi-colons in the new year.
There's just time to prepare the obligatory end of year post (this year not featuring a rundown of weird Google search terms that have led to this page, as is tradition, nor the unusual locations of my audience - although welcome to the fray, people of French Polynesia!) and to invite you to join me in a singalong at Rowheath Pavilion this Sunday. Our Christmas Carol service starts at 6.30pm, featuring me strumming in the background, followed by some further musical delights in the bar after. We rehearsed our bar set last night - three-part harmonies and banjo strumming included - and it sounded pretty awesome.
It would be great to see you there, even if you come simply to see the facial expressions I pull when attempting to hit deceptively high notes.
Photos, undoubtedly, to follow.
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