Sion Barry's World

BREAKFAST: Oh yes a bowl of Cornflakes with semi-skimmed cold milk, which I was forced to share with my 19 month old daughter Isabella. Walk to Work: Gout attack has eased thanks to the wonders of chemicals. So it was down Cowbridge Road East [oh yes sing its name] and into the centre of Cardiff. Anything of note? Well my head was a little foggy on account of a few sherberts the previous evening. Lunchbox: Still on vacation , but it is coming back with a vengeance next week. Random Thought This is something new to me walk and sleep in harmony When I wake I do not know, where my steps have taken me So wake up sleepy head and get your forward motion It's a brand new day for you and I sense you're going to like it

BREAKFAST: Just a good old plain bowl of Shreddies with semi-skimmed organic cold milk. Walk to Work: This was not easy this fine morning. My right ankle was in much pain... I believe it is gout. Too much Port perhaps, or just a hereditary thing. My grandfather used to get terrible gout, so my mother tells me. He used to work at the docks in Cardiff. When I was a kid we used to refer to Butetown as the Docks. Kids from the docks we lived in fear of, especially when they decided to cross the bridge into Grangetown, where I resided until the age of 17 - although I did return for a two year spell in the early 1990s living in my late Nan's house in Penhaved Street. That house was seriously haunted - I kid you not. However, I believe the energy source was probably my great grandmother, so it didn't bother me. It I died tomorrow, I would have no intention of trying to freak out loved ones who were still doing their thing on planet earth. Not saying my great grandmother did. She

BREAKFAST: Didn't engage on this front this morning. My stomach is a place of great delicacy at present. Walk to Work: If it was an Olympic qualifying time attempt it would have been woeful. I opted to take the route of Cowbridge Road East [CRE] into the centre of Cardiff. Down Westage and a chap in front of me was clearly lost. I think he was French and I helped him out by giving him directions to the the river walk side of the Millennium Stadium, where a European conference on entrepreneurship is taking place. Lunch: Took the plunge and went to Boots across the road from my venue of income generation [voig] for a far from memorable Meal Deal. Random Thought Tree surgeon standing tall are your autumn leaves falling?

Mrs B took some images of Isabella on Sunday, while I was at my venue of income generation. Gee whizz is that the time? I fancy going for a walk... Dad you coming? Fine you stay here and watch that stupid rugby. I've just turned my Dad into the head of an Indian call centre! Dad it's a career move.

THIS will happen for me tomorrow. Yes way back on 16/11/65, I was born at Cardiff's Salvation Army Hospital. Apparently it was pretty cold that day.... it was snowing in fact. En route to the hospital in a taxi, my nearly dad to be, stopped off to buy some fags from a shop, which has also probably long since gone. He continued to smoke into the early 1990s, or was it the late 1980s? But he still enjoys the odd pint of Guinness. He was born back in 1938 and his father in 1899. Not sure he reads this silly blog Happy Birthday Sion. Thank you Sion Don't mention it Sion

Here is Mr Ian Courtney of Penarth deep in conversation with Mrs B on the topic of session border controllers! Breakfast: Delightful bowl of Cornflakes with semi-skimmed cold organic milk. Walk to Work: It was down Cowbridge Road East, which takes you into the centre of the Welsh universe. If Cardiff had the same liberal gun laws as the US there would nobody left alive. Random Thought "All froth and no underpants!" This is dedicated to TM Communications of Cardiff, run by the one and only Mr Ian Courtney. Ian's top five sayings: He's a decent cove. I have to say Siono he is a thoroughly decent member of the human race One for the gutter? All my love to Petra and the family. He's a complete jizzer !

Breakfast: Humbling bowl of Cornflakes with semi-skimmed cold organic milk. The Walk to Work: A coat no less was needed this morning. So it was down the legendary Taff Trail that I took myself with my breath visible on the riverside air. Chap wearing a beret, who often cycles pass me heading out of the city, was trying to pump air into a deflated tyre, while yards later I passed a chap pushing two bicycles. A note on the the River Taff : I was going to call an ambulance as it was hardly moving, but then a rather tubby Squirrel caught my eye. Lunchbox 2 ham and salad brown rolls 2 chocolate digestive biscuits 1 banana... which turned out to be too ripe to consume. 1 apple 1 satsuma. Random Thought : Cyril answer that phone Cyril answer that bloody phone! Cyril for the love of God answer that phone!!! Voice of Narrator: But Cyril is no longer working for the Inland Revenue, he didn't even leave a note with the milkman. He is somewhere in Peru right now and is learning to dance...

Breakfast: That's all I am going to write about in this entry. Have done something very domesticated with our Weetabix . We buy organic for Isabella and "normal" for me... Mrs B is not a great fan and has her own crunchy nut variety of cereal. Anyway the thing with Weetabix is that they can make a bit of a mess when taking them out of their white packaging and then putting them into a bowl. So both now reside in separate Tupperware ! RANDOM WEETABIX On the Great Western Service from Paddington to Cardiff Central yesterday evening an extremely eccentric woman , who has more money than sense, had reserved two first class seats next to each other... one was for her and yes, you've guessed it, the other for her Weetabix box which I think contained 48. No plans to host a Weetabix video on this blog... unless all 30 readers of you - the majority who are brought here through image searches [if you don't believe me just cick on the site metre below] - really want me

BREAKFAST: Believe it or not I had a bowl of Weetabix with semi-skimmed organic milk.... wait a minute that's a complete fabrication as I actually didn't eat anything. Walk to Work Decide to re-frequent myself with the Taff Trail, which takes a small but consistent stream of pedestrians and cyclists into the centre of Cardiff, and it you are that way inclined right down to Cardiff [no more of which late]. A tremendous stillness in the air this morning, autumnal leaves were falling in straight lines. Lunchbox: No appearance today... as you might have noticed I didn't have breakfast either on account of an upset stomach - oh dear oh dear. Random Thought: Some of my best friends are not gay. A think on your feet poem please Sion? Okay here goes. Rushing to the cinema, broken glass and cigarette smoke Intimidation running wild as we try and take cover A shout of help muffled as I fall and boots unleashed on my body and skull. I am dead.

MUCH on my mind of late, not saying bad things, but just stuff whirling around Breakfast: Pretty decent bowl of Weetabix with semi-skimmed organic milk... Yes sometimes I do tire of writing this. Walk to Work: Felt the urge to walk out of my usual pace range, by increasing it. Before I knew it was at Canton Bridge, where the Marriott Hotel is no longer a terrible eyesore, after an external makeover. Only an half an hour at my venue of income generation and I was off again for a walk across the centre of Cardiff to the offices of KPMG on Newport Road, where senior partner Simon Jones still had his right arm in a sling. Lunchbox 2 chocolate digestive biscuits 4 ham sandwiches 1 apple. Random Thought: This is a letter just penned to the Pope. Dear Pope, My name is David Squire and I am editor of Pope Weekly. This is the 150 th time I have written to you requesting a one to one interview, with no cardinals present. I am getting a bit annoyed as I have never had a response and I interv