Saturday, July 14, 2012

Musical Youth

I went to see a production of West Side Story by the Erewash Musical Society Youth Group today, and it was surprisingly completely awesome. Great performances all round. I really want to be an actor/singer/dancer. Also, eighteen years old, so I can play the cool parts. I'm sure it'll happen some day.

Incidentally, Erewash is the name of an area round here, although I know it looks like it's some kind of code or anagram.

Anyway, when I'm eighteen and an actor, I'll want to look handsome and dashing and perhaps a little less like Adrian Mole than I did the first time I was that age. Here's me, somewhat younger than that, with a kitten:

The kitten grew up to be a big, fat and rather unattractive tom cat, and me, well...

And while I'm at it, here's me somewhat older than that, with friends:

That's me in the stylish black shirt with red roses, incidentally, although Fat Andy's wearing my hat, so I can understand if you were confused. It's quite disturbing how different I looked back then - it was only, what, ten or twelve years ago? I want my hair back. And my original hat.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Outwith the Old

I mentioned a while ago that I've been following the Rangers story, mainly for want of anything better to do with my time. One thing you hear a lot in people's discussion of the subject is the word "outwith". I mean, really, if Scottish people are just going to make up words, then they shouldn't be allowed to speak English in the first place. Kick them out of the English language and make them speak Gaelic. Or Welsh.