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...

Breakfast: It was a bowl of Cornflakes, supplemented by a Weetabix , with semi-skimmed cold organic milk. Walk to Work: With a semi spring in my step it was down Cowbridge Road East and into the centre of Cardiff, which if the in financial services sector would no doubt have got embroiled in the current credit crunch. Lunchbox [welcome back my friend to the show that never ends] 4 tinned red salmon sandwiches with a hint of lemon juice 1 banana Random Thought When you're in your local supermarket and early in the shop you bump into someone you know you have a chat and then say goodbye. The only issue [but is it really an issue Sion ... it kinda says more about you than you think?] is that you see them again a minute later on another aisle. You just said goodbye so you play out a game of pretending that you haven't noticed each other even though they are about to take the same tin of plum tomatoes that you are going for... funny old thing is supermarket shopping. That's why...

Every once in a while while out walking in a town or city, you will happen upon a film crew. This happened the other day as I made my way into work on Cowbridge Road East. All the actors were in position, cameramen, director, sound crew too... But what I always find interesting is Joe Public who gather just looking on intrigued, but giving the impression that they don't care less. I guess you can see their faces now. Today is my sister's birthday who resides in LA. So happy birthday Sarah

Breakfast: Just a very decent bowl of Cornflakes with semi-skimmed organic cold milk. Also a cup of hot water with the juice of a lemon. Walk to Work: Not on the agenda today as I have a day off for working last Sunday. So I have a day with my daughter Isabella. Our schedule is a bit sketchy, but perhaps an afternoon trip to the seaside resort of Penarth is in order. Lunchbox: Well at time of writing it is just gone 9am, so it all a bit premature, but I will not need it as I will be dishing something up from home... which could be poached eggs on a bed of brown toast, followed by a strawberries and blueberries. Yesterday my friend Mr Robert Llewellyn Jones suffered the dreaded experience of putting unleaded petrol into a diesel car... the smoke was something to behold!

 

 

Been away to Cornwall in fact.... where the Celtic fringe is really just one beat up from a haircut. That's not to say I have a Celtic barometer and the whole Celtic bonding thing really is over egged. Walk to Work: Had to drop Mrs B at my venue of income generation [I saw so I believe!] with her boss a certain Mr E, who once presided in corporateland with many whistles and bells. Now he tells stories to all who will listen of giant monsters and pots of public sector gold over the Barnett Formula rainbow. I then took Isabella to nursery, who incidentally has a great rapport with Mr E! Lunchbox: My lunchbox almost forgotten in my mind's eye. Random Thought: Has anyone won the rat race yet?

Walked home from work tonight and it rained and rained... soaked through to the skin like I was many years ago as a kid playing football in the streets. Funny old feeling getting wet...but wan't fundamentally bothered by it though. So back to the beginning Breakfast: Just a piece of toast and a glass of water. Didn't walk to work as I had to drive to Abercynon to visit a company which is one of the world's largest deployers of IPTV. Lunchbox: I'm so sorry my dear old friend I forgot all about you today. Random Thought: Gladys: Okay death comes to us all... but do you really have to go on about it all the time Herbie? Herbie: Silence. Gladys: Herbie! oh my God he's gone!

THE world's worst Aussie accent dedicated to the Holly Bush duo who actually started the global credit crunch by defaulting on their student loans: it had nothing to do with the toxic debtors in the US! Speaking of toxic, Lord Lucan is now Australia's answer to chemical Ali. The only sensible one it would seem is Kim... so make sure you keep 'em on the straight and narrow, unless they could end up on Antarctica shovelling penguin you know what for the rest of their lives. Peace out and see you next year Sion

Breakfast: Middle Earth bowl of Weetabix with a sprinkling of porridge oats with semi-skimmed cold milk. Walk to Work: Rain in the air, but I am pretty use to that living here in humble South Wales [ Sion don't assume anyone from outside the UK is reading this dribble!] I headed down Cowbridge Road East and over the River Taff into the centre of Cardiff... it rained on and off. Lunchbox: 4 ham sandwiches Nectarine Grapes and strawberries in the smaller lunchbox pictured above. Random Thought Someone likes snails and painting their nails They live nearby, but I'm not quite sure where Give me a call as I would like to talk

TURNING BACK THE TIDE Have been on a retreat on the advice of blogiatrist . He suggested that I was overdosing on YouTube and should reconnect with the bloggersphere . I was paying £50 a hour [nearly $100 US] ... but the food and air were good. There were only a few of us there. One was a hedge fund manager from the Cayman Islands who said he had left his wife for Twitter. Another was a young woman called Candy from Kansas... I have no idea why she was there as she didn't speak for the whole two weeks, at a former monastery in deepest Devon. There was even talk towards the end of a crash course in Cornish, but by then I had run out of cash. Torrential rain here in South Wales most of this week. I remember as a kid in the 1970s we hardly had any rain in August. But I have been walking to work; arriving very wet, but in the grand scheme of things just fine. I have taken a few lunch boxes too. Random Thought: Dear Mr Phelps, Can we have a chat? You see a few years ago I sold off ...

Breakfast: Joyful and songful bowl of Weetabix with semi-skimmed organic milk.... I am alive and I intend to keep it that way. Walk to Work: It was down Cowbridge Road East which is wide enough to accommodate an army marching on its stomach into the centre of Cardiff. Lunchbox: Oh dear I forgot about that today. So into M&S in the centre of Cardiff for a banana, some orange juice and a salmon sandwich. Was also on an errand to find some pyjamas for Isabella: a vest and shorts style purchase I had in mind as the nights in South Wales this last week have been very clammy . I tried this shop and that with the success of any dad in a girls' clothing dept. In one shop a rather rotund lady asked me what the price was of an item.... it was time to exit. But at the next shop, it was Mothercare , I had success!! Random Thought. Plumbing a washing machine I had a dream All shopping had migrated online and the high streets on Saturdays were silent I looked to the north as far as the ...

Breakfast: Delightful, and I don't use that word lightly, bowl of Cornflakes with semi-skimmed cold organic milk. Was deliberating over having a bowl of Shreddies, but I am so glad I didn't... not to say I have anything against Shreddies mind you. Walk to Work: A slight gout attack overnight meant I needed Mrs B to drop me at my venue of income generation. Lunchbox: Four organic chicken sandwiches with tomato and salad on brown bread 2 satsumas 1 banana 1 apple 2 digestive biscuits. Random Thought: Jesus has not had a shave in 2008 years. Which is not really true as he probably had a beard when on earth too, perhaps from the age of 16.