why is it that those who drive school busses feel the need to set their route number displays to 666? they can't all be satanists can they? is this just a south wales thing or do they do this further afield? the pic on this post is a portrait i made using pearler beads, it something i've wanted to do for ages but never got round to it. can you guess who it is?

brain farts

i've spent a great deal of time over the last few years trying to teach my children that it's really dangerous to put money in their mouths. so i must have been having some kind of brain fart when i bought my son a bag of chocolate coins yesterday.

julie and myself took our two children to a play area in cardiff the other day. we hadn't visited this one before so it was quite exciting having been to most of them in our area many times over. we got inside and dan said to me,
"dad lets play shops"
"ok" and with that he ran into a wooden shed thign they had on one side of the hall. i sat down outside the shed and said
"good afternoon i'd like a hot dog please"
"i dont sell hot dogs"
"oh in that case i'd like some peas please"
"i dont sell peas"
"could i have some ice cream then?"
"no i don't sell ice cream"
"well what do you sell in this shop"
"pancakes"
"i'd like a pancake then please" he banged a wooden spoon against the wall a couple of times and handed me a plastic frying pan. after finishing the imaginary pancake i said,
"that was lovely could i have another please?" sighing deeply he replied
"no. i'm closed now" and then he walked out of the shed slaming the door.

Butter

"I like you dad" my son said as he wiped a hand full of butter into my jeans.

herbert thompson mural

i finished this project last friday (9th of july 2010), only spent four days in the school. the project went so smoothly i thought something was bound to go wrong but it didn't. i loved every minute of this project and i'm really pleased with how it turned out. all the children involved really got stuck in.

tube floats, caerphilly and a troubled individual

me and my son went swiming on sunday morning to our local pool. i'd taken his tube float along as per usual. i'd previously written dans name on both ends of the tube to avoid any tube ownershop related incidents. at the end of our session i realised that our tube had floated away and some other father and son where using it.
"hello" i said "sorry to interupt but thats my sons tube, we're getting out of the pool now so we need it back" i explained.
"huh" the father replied.
"it's my sons tube" i repeated, "if you look at either end you'll see his name".
"oh sorry, i thought daniel was the tubes name".

i've been working in the ely of cardiff area over the last two weeks where i heard the following two lines which cracked me up.
"it's alright but it isn't caerphilly" and my personal favourite
"yeah he's great. till the pills wear off and he turns into a c**t.
i've included a pic of a mural i just finished last week with a gambian theme for the grand avenue times.

i was moisturiing my son yesterday after his bath when he started to examine his "frank and beans",
"i like my willy, i use it to pee don't i, i'm going to pee all day tomorrow". he said.