Archive for January, 2011

January 30, 2011

Sweaty in Ninety Degree

Tim, my cousin and long standing friend, came to visit this weekend. I can’t say that we haven’t had anything other than an absolutely lovely time.

He has a new car. It’s a Ford Focus and he likes to pretend it’s a rally car, so we drove it in the mountains yesterday afternoon and he scared Jon  Harris – who held on to the door handle with white knuckles – and Sean, who said: ‘You’re a nutter mate’ in a South Waleian accent.

Here is a picture of Tim and me to time that we were in Disney World and we went on the teacups in 90 degree heat and spun them as fast as we could.

I’m really sweaty but I don’t care because I am super dizzy and don’t know which way is up. I can’t remember who took the photo but I bet they would have said something like: ‘You’re a nutter mate.’

January 28, 2011

The Sean, Blewog and Me Show

Oh. There was shear banter. I mean, it was off the wall.

It’s interesting though, because when you sit down with a group of friends you end up telling each other stories of what you used to get up to, the things you have been through together, or what you would like to do. I don’t think it would necessarily make for good reading though.

Maybe that’s where the reality TV show got it’s idea from. Essentially that’s all a reality show does – create a story out of real people in a particular situation.

Is that good TV?


If there was a reality TV show with Sean, Blewog and Me I think it would get a gazillionmillion voyeuristicers. We wouldn’t live in a house, but in the Ship and Castle – which is the pub we went to – not to drink the days away but because there is a painting of a ship on the wall and she is called ‘Sean’.

It looked a little bit like this:

Just add some artistic imagination.

January 26, 2011

Banter with Boys Boys Boys

I’m about to go out for a drink with Blewog and Sean. You don’t know what Sean looks like, but I do, so I suppose that’s the main thing. If he had a blog then I would link it.

Anyway, I digress.

My point is that I think there is going to be lots of banter with the boys boys boys.

January 25, 2011

Mr Harris: what about your snowmanfriend

Jon Harris – the one with the snowmanfriend – has left me this week for other friends in Cardiff and I can’t help but feel slightly shunned. When I asked him who he was going to see he gave a vague response about somebody called Dan.

I said: Dan? You can’t just make up friends.

He then mentioned a certain young lady.

Now. I know you want the name, but I’m not going to give it. No. No. No.


I’m joking I just made that up. Anyway I only have one question.

Mr Harris: what about your snowmanfriend

and me?

Also, writing as been off the agenda of things to do for about five weeks now. I’ve written nothing – apart from the odd bloggerpost and journal entry – and it’s starting to take effect, which is good. I think I will starve myself for another week, maybe two and then write and see what happens.

January 20, 2011

You Want More??

That’s right, my dashboard stats are telling me that you want more.

So. That great American novel. Turns out, it’s not really that great.

A few updates in jonblog’s life:

Christmas has come and gone, a new term has started, Rhodri and I walked down the coast to Clarach yesterday.

It was quite the adventure.

There were rocks that stuck out at miraculous angles, and rock pools, and fresh water streams coming from the cliffs, and sheep grazing (not on the beach), and waves lapping at my Addidas trainers and Rhodri’s brown Matalan shoes.

When we got to Clarach we sat on a damp bench and talked.

Ali was not part of our conversation.

Not in a mean way you understand but we just had other things to talk about.

Like Jon Harris. Here he is with his best friend.


I share a house with him.