Vive la Francais!

Off to France tomorrow. Can't wait!

Au Revior mes Amis.

Nous Allons!!!

Wishing life had a CTRL-Z button

Sometimes, when I blurt out something stupid and inappropriate ("That fireplace looks hideous! What are you going to replace it with?... Oh ... you like it and want to keep it as a feature..."), or do something really dumb (like call out an emergency electrician who charges you £70 to flip a switch), I wish there was a CTRL-Z* that you could simply tap to Undo that mistake.

It would just take you back a minute or two and give you a chance to do it again - but do it right instead.

As most of what I do is computer-based, I'm so used to doing it throughout the day I forget you can't actually do it in real life. Shame...

*or CMD-Z if you're a Machead like me.

A bit like Marmite

Chicane have done a remix of the wonderful Sigur Ros song Hoppipolla, which has been rolling around my head for ages. I am guessing that it's the kind of track you either love or loathe, so apologies to those of you who fall into the latter category.

Manly Christian Song Lyrics

Jon has made a couple of funny observations about how most Christian worship songs make you sound gay for Jesus.

I thought I would have a go at rectifying this issue by penning some manly lyrics that would redress this imbalance. I don't have a tune, but if anyone wants to collaborate on a manly Christian music project I would be happy to split the royalties...

Our God Rocks!

Our God is a mighty ruler

Full of strength, truth and awesome power

He can move mountains really easy

His enemies will whimper and cower

Our God Rocks!

Our God Rocks!

He kicks the devils butt

Whilst darning his socks

Our God Rocks!

Our God Rocks!

Those who mess with him

End up on the block

Join the liberation army

And fight the good and noble fight

Roundhouse kick some nasty demons

And do what is decent and right

All men who stand for Jesus

Through God's power we will prevail

Jesus the one and only main dude

He's our mate and and he ain't frail.

OK - this was a bit of fun. Please God, don't smite me....

My Media Diet

An excess amount of anything is bad for you ... that includes blogging, web surfing and playing games (apparently).

Getting it off your chest

Good friend Jongudmund recently launched yet another blog as part of his ongoing Blog Empire (y'know, I'm getting worried because he's started to sound asthmatic and say things like 'I find your lack of faith disturbing'...)

The premise is about using his many interesting and comical t-shirts as a launchpad to discuss all things theological.

It comes highly recommended from the JC homestead, so check it out here.

(Jon, I hope you don't mind me nicking your picture ... don't blame me, blame the Rebel Alliance)

Our American cousins

Why is it that whenever I meet Americans, I always feel hugely inadequate as a human being? Most of the Yanks I have met have been loud, opinionated, brash and - annoyingly - positive about life.

This is what I both admire and loathe about our friends from across the pond - their infectious enthusiasm about everything. Don't get me wrong, they whine and moan just as much as the rest of us, but somehow they flick an upbeat spin on it ... similar to the British "mustn't grumble" Blitz Spirit (which you see less and less these days) except they drench their complaints in glorious North American sunshine.

No wonder they've conquered the world with their cultural imperialism. It's hard not to get drawn in.

Blimey - that was quick!

Within a week of putting our house on the market, we received an offer and accepted.

Who says the housing market is in tatters?

All we have to do now is find a house to buy...

Moving on up...

It was quite a shock to come home from work and see this:


It's not the most inconspicuous of For Sale signs, but then I guess they're not meant to be hidden away behind a tree. It stands proud about six feet high and is visible from the English side of the Severn Estuary.

Strangely, I feel vaguely guilty about selling up. I have paranoid visions of my neighbours (none of whom I really know) peering through their net curtains and making comments about our lavish aspirations. "How dare they move house in the middle of a recession!" "This estate isn't good enough for them, eh?"

It's almost as if I'm betraying my local community by moving to another ... even though we're not really part of one.

Pac-man spotted in Cardiff!

I'd like to share this picture I took ages ago when I was walking down Salisbury Road in Cardiff. Made me chuckle.

Bathroom of the future

This is what everyone should have in their home...