Borbles, birthdays, blogging and other b****cks!!

No, that last word is not buttocks. It’s near them though.

OK, so I haven’t blogged since November . (My doctor says there are pessaries available). However, when contemplating the reasons for this, it’s pretty simple
a) Nothing much has happened
b) I couldn’t be bothered
c) I can’t think of a c. Oh yes, Christmas.

Christmas does tend to overtake things, presumably (in my case anyway), from mid-November onwards. What exactly have I done? Well, I tried to make inroads into my unfitness by joining the gym - and when you’ve recovered from the shock, hubby says that I’m allowed to say I’m actually doing quite well. Those Levis I bought in New York are actually falling down over the old b****cks. (Now that WAS buttocks.)

We’ve been pretty doggy obsessed too, as those who received our Christmas card with Gus in a Santa hat will know. Mum was a bit poorly but has recovered marvellously (she’s now telling jokes about “and at the third stroke…..”).

No Sleep were almost beaten up at the local folk club in York when, just before Christmas, we had the temerity to turn up and SIT IN THE PERFORMERS SEATS. I’m sorry, I don’t carry my voice in a fiddle case. We were glowered at until we opened our mouths. (Actually, I’m not sure the glowering stopped, but there are six of us….).
Xmas = Feeding the in-laws slightly overdone chicken, roast potatoes like bullets and a Christmas pudding that collapsed, but everyone was very polite. I got a new camera – so am hoping to put some better piccies on this blog eventually. It has more pixels than fairyland.

New Years day – my birthday (and mums too), friends, hubby and I went for a walk by St. Gregory’s Minster near Kirkbymoorside. Originally we meant to go on a walk up near Blakey Ridge but, not being the best equipped innuits in North Yorkshire, we decided we couldn’t do the biting arctic gales and returned to find more accommodating temperatures in the lowlands….

And finally, I have been a busy little gig-organising bee...

No Sleep and Rory Motion – the gig is well and truly on its way!

Saturday February 3rd, Oswaldkirk Village Hall, 7.30pm.
Be there or be square, come along or be oblong etc. etc.

Only a fiver (six quid on the door)

AND there’s booze too!

That’s the end of the commercial break, but if you would like to hear us sing (and I wouldn’t tell just anybody this), tune in to http://www.radioryedale.co.uk/. It’s a very embarrassing interview with me. Well, I’m embarrassed anyway. And if I offended ANYONE in it, all I can say is I’m very, very, very, very sorry - but being interviewed evidently turns my brain to jelly and my mouth into Pam Ayres.

And on that note, goodbye and see you soon. Hopefully at the gig-
Mucho deniro & big hugs
Oh – and
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
xxxx

CAPTION COMPETION!

Spotted over Christmas, a pick up truck full of the huntin', shootin' and fishin' brigade, off to partake in the difficult sport of shooting really fat birds that can't fly. Please send me your best captions, to be published in the next blog...