Tales of a Welsh Lunatic
I've done a lot of crazy (and stupid) things in my life, and as much as I'd like to think otherwise... I'm likely to do a lot more in the future.
Some of my adventures sound fairly impressive out of context - climbing Kilimanjaro, running a few marathons here and there... but for those who know me, it's painfully clear that none of these things have been executed with any sense of grace or aplomb. I am, as my mother would say, "cack-handed" to say the least. I fall over... a lot (both literally and figuratively). I have a chronic case of verbal diarrhoea (especially when I'm nervous or uncomfortable... which is all the time) and I have no sense of self-control (particularly after a drink or twelve).
So I've decided to put my constant and continuous misfortunes to good use in the form of a blog. Hopefully my disastrous life (with its infinite twists, turns and excruciatingly embarrassing moments) will provide entertainment for others. And perhaps some poor bugger somewhere who is having a bad day can read my blog and realise that his, her or their life is not that bad in comparison.
Enjoy the records of my riotous life, folks. They are here purely for your amusement.