Broken into show business..

Yes that's right, from that first moment I proudly strode onto the stage as the Grumpy Sheep in The Grumpy Sheep, I knew my calling had come. It was louder than ever when I played Duffy at the tender age of just 7 in Annie.



Toothless gappy smile there,love it!



But now, finally after many years I have a voice to be heard. It's been reluctantly heard by namy for 16 years now, but I have an audience of people, that tune in to hear my voice, incredible! I have my OWN show on a local community radio station and after my first show last week, I loved it! It was the stragest thing to turn on the radio to hear myself. Sadly my laptop wasn't working for my airwaves debut so we resorted to crowding around the DAB radio in Dads car, I heard myself in surround sound, torture! I sounded scared and timid, infact I was. Scared and timid that with any button I may press the rest of the broadcasting of the day would be scuppered because of me, a scary thought when you have a recording studio to yourself! I loved it all the same though, I'm slowly learning the ropes and throughly enjoying the ride, all my fellow broadcasters are so nice and sent me words of congratulations after my first show, not much to some people I understand, but for me, it was as good as an Oscar-that's all to come!

If you would like to tune into my show heres the link

http://www.thepark.fm/ my show is on a Monday night at 10pm UK time, thank you.

Dont laugh, this is my life...

The face at the window..

Since moving to Lymington my family and I have taken advantage of all the stunning views and walks with our savage dog, Daisy. This week we walked past a house that had a local Estate Agents board outside, beautiful place, tucked away in a lane full of flowers with a view of Lymington river. It had an intriguing building in the garden, I decided to investigate after realising that it was empty, in retrospect I should have seen the car in the drive, I naturally didn't see this until I was running away from the house with my Dad. What gave us reason to high tail it pretty swiftly away was the following. I mooched around the garden, sat on the garden swing while my Dad gave the garden flowers the once over. I then peered into the pond and opened the BBQ. We were impressed with the views, something we also observed when we stood on the garden bench to observe the boats going by. Time went on and I reckon we were in this garden for about twenty minutes. I began to look at the outside walls and the pretty old style windows the property boasted. On the second floor was a long window by the stairs, there, by the window, was a man. He was stood there giving us an unimpressed look of astonishment. I smiled at the poor bloke. The wind had well and truely changed on my face at this point while I maintained the fakest grin and signaled to my Dad that there was someone at the window. I chased after the dog who was roaming free at this point as I dropped her lead when I saw 'the face at the window'. We ran out leaving nothing but the garden swing still in motion. As I left the drive I read what the board actually said. Sold. I really need to be more observant.
Dont laugh, this is my life...

Revising...

Maybe I have been revising too long, maybe I have been flicking through these pages too long, hoping something might just go in.Wishful thinking on my part there. I was sat at my desk, my imaginary chains forcing me to revise the quadratic formula when my Mum came into the room and asked where that screwdriver we had was, stupidly I ask why.
"Because I have a screw loose." She said in a casual way, with no knowledge of the other reference.
I've been revising far too long, I found this far too hilarious for too long.
I need to get out now.
Dont laugh, this is my life...

These people get serious

Thats right, what you are looking at right now, I made. I'd love to continue say that it was all by myself, but my sister could read this. We made it 'together', if together means being told where I could take my suggestions about how to stick the royal icing on or flintching everytime she pickes up the rolling pin. So this week was my nieces 4th birthday, a lovely family event for all. It seems it isn't the case in suburban Lymington. It's a competition of the toughest, an opportunity for the Mothers to show off their ploomage of cake decoration and daring stunts with the humble sausage roll. They take it very seriously if you hadn't noticed by this time. I helped out at this 'competition to see who can make the nicest looking cupcakes and birthday cake' with a few kids running around. Basically, the winner is declared when their cupcakes are eaten the quickest by a load of 3/4 year olds that just want to eat the bright coloured frosting as fast as they can, to then pretend that they haven't been given their first one. They then leave the table, high on thier latest sugar spree to run around the room until someone gets hurt and they all go home crying. Gotta love these childhood memories.
Dont laugh, this is my life....

Theres always next year..

So this week was Mothers Day, the one day of the year that I have to be 'nice' to my Mum, the one day of the year I have to be all soppy and call her Mummy a couple of times. This all sounds pretty straightforward I suppose, but combined with the sibling competition every year that occurs in my family, I'm sad to say that I think I lost yet AGAIN! I bought my Mum, the new R.E.M album, rubbish band, why some people think they can continue making music after being around for so long and still expect it to be 'cool' is just wrong in my opinion. I also stretched my culinary skills to the maximum when I made scrambled eggs. I must admit that it took the shine off it a bit when I had to use a knife to scrape it out of the pan and onto my Mums cold toast after the whole kerfuffle. We turn up a few hours later to my sisters house who has made a banquet. Miles of cakes, tea, sandwiches, and nibbles. I saw the look on my Mums face, I saw that she has chosen who would get the majority of the will, shame that, I need a new Ipod! As I sat opposite my sister, she smugly showed 1-0 with her hands, I could have quite easily thrown my 'queen of puddings' cake at her, followed by her pretentious 'cheese twists with a herb coating', makes me sick. As much as she continued to say that she loves afternoon tea, personally I think that nothing beats breakfast.
Dont laugh, this is my life...