Sion Barry's World

This is Casperia a small village in Italy. I got married there. Not in my venue of income generation today... and so seemingly is most of the working age population of Cardiff. I was going to brave the elements and run, but my will power is having none of it. Walked here and there today. Heard that an old friend Chris Poole is having a baby in the New Year. So Chris if you are reading this congratulations to you and Leanne. Random Thought. From here my son you are alone... totally alone. I've tried to perpare you for this time as best I can, but I must leave you and I cannot say I will be watching over you. But you are stronger than you think.... and trust yourself above all. So let's part with my final word association. Rabbit: running. child: happy. saint: sinner. middle: leg . squirrel: tree. me: you. glow: flow. music: Greek.

Breakfast: A bowl of Branflakes [that's right vicar a bowl of Branflakes ] Not at my venue of income generation today. At 8:30am I was in the dentist chair for a check-up and then in with the hygienist... all okay. At 9:30am met up with the incomparable and soon to be father Wil Williams director of MBA at the University of Glamorgan and formerly of Rothschild and the British Army. We had to discuss matters of turnover, Welsh businesses, and of course prams. We we were later joined by Petra and Isabella at a cafe in the Pontcanna area of Cardiff. It's been cold [relatively] here in South Wales over the last few days. Have a cold and Petra has a splendid cough. She tries to stop herself coughing... but it's just no use. This afternoon we really need to get out of our humble bode, where we were woken at 5.30am by Isabella. So a trip to the seaside might be in order or a crunch credit exploratory visit to Lidl or Aldi ... which I use to frequent in my days of singleton .

TURNING 360 degrees

Oh dear have neglected this hearty blog for a few weeks [just service the car Sion we're not interested!] Was up at 6am as Isabella holds all the aces in the waking up stakes in our humble abode. Walked to work at great pace this morning, down Cowbridge Road East which takes mankind and potentially Daleks into the centre of Cardiff. Lunchbox: That's at home, but I will be lunching with a Mr Nel and Mr Commerford, two heavyweight commentators on the media landscape. Random Thought A question was asked of me by an elderly gentlemen at a bus stop many years ago. It was circa 1973. He was probably over 80 and could have been born around 1893. I am assuming he is dead [ sorry I cannot recall what the precise question was, but no doubt centred around the time of the next bus]. But was thinking if he had come into contact with anyone born in the 18th century. That's probably unlikely but let's just say when he was two months old his great great uncle called in to say