Monday, March 31, 2003

Not much more than a month to go until our first concert of the year, at the Stables in Wavendon, near Milton Keynes. Only got to learn thirteen pieces of music and five dance routines off by heart now!

I've finally taken the plunge, and have decided to go for the role of section rep for the baritone section of the London Gay Men's Chorus. I will be sharing the role with the lovely Jeremy Frewer. Thanks to Rich Callegari and John Windle for nominating and seconding me. However, it's not cut and dried. I hear there is at least one other candidate for the role, so it looks like I'll be saying a few words to the Chorus.

Mother's Day passed without major upset. Mum was delighted with her rather arcane flower arrangement, although I thought it looked like two triffids mating. That's what happens when you just leave it to the florist.

Monday, March 17, 2003

Feeling decidedly peculiar after a weekend of celebration, which began in Nando's on Friday night, moved onto a curry on Saturday, and ended up with a lavish repast at the Lanesborough Hotel, which included unlimited champagne. My stomach is craving normality now, so it'll be boiled fish and milk pudding after Chorus tonight.

Friday, March 14, 2003

Oh yes, and tomorrow is my birthday! I'll be a tight-skinned 34.

Yay, I've managed to resurrect my blog. Yes, there were months of inactivity, but just when my interest resumed, I found that my Blogger template had been mashed. As I don't pay for this service, it meant starting from scratch. Probably a good thing anyway, as I've been asked by my employer to remove all trace of its name from my web site (including my weblog archive).

Anyway, here's todays amusing web site, provided by that bloodhound of trashy web sites, Hayley Brown. It's a wonderful rant list of people deemed to be more annoying that Mick Hucknall out of Simply Red.