Bloody hell, I hate the cold. Everywhere I go, it's cold, cold and more cold. Home for the weekend to see my mum, cold. Back to my flat in London, bloody cold. Here in Boom Town, bloody buggering cold. I couldn't get sent to the bleeding tropics once in a while, eh? Nah, that'd be too much to ask for.
Who am I? Steffan Isherwood, and for you non-Welsh blokes, that's basically Steven. We Welsh just like to complicate an already complicated language and make it even more complicated. Case in point, my son Iefan. That's Evan. Cute kid, he is. Four years old and spoiled rotten, but isn't that the joy of parenthood?
Deiniol, I swear to God, I'm going to kill that bitch for you.
Tomorrow's Halloween.It's my birthday. Iefan is excited about trick-or-treating. Were we in England at this time, we wouldn't be going trick-or-treating, but since we are in America, I figured why not? It's become our little tradition and he'll actually remember it this year. He's planning to dress up as Darth Vader this year. No, I had nothing to do with that costume selection at all.
I'm in Boom Town for a few days and then it's back to England, so Deiniol and Ceridwen should expect a visit. Iefan hopes there's candy involved.
Who am I? Steffan Isherwood, and for you non-Welsh blokes, that's basically Steven. We Welsh just like to complicate an already complicated language and make it even more complicated. Case in point, my son Iefan. That's Evan. Cute kid, he is. Four years old and spoiled rotten, but isn't that the joy of parenthood?
Tomorrow's Halloween.
I'm in Boom Town for a few days and then it's back to England, so Deiniol and Ceridwen should expect a visit. Iefan hopes there's candy involved.
