Jason And The Zombies


Some friends, you can just pick up where you last left off
affable despot Jason is one of those characters.
Now in winter, he tends to go to ground and is not really seen until Spring, so in some ways I must of felt grateful he ventured out of Tŷ Wynne as Storm Jorge steam rollered in
" Jorge" Jason said " Sounded rather more like a Brazilian toyboy than an Atlantic Storm
I agreed.
Jason is naturally funny and knows it
Admittedly his humour can be somewhat schoolboy in nature but he has a good brain in his head which is a bonus when he is your theatre companion .
Night of the living Dead-Remix is an interesting theatrical experiment.
It takes the original film which it more or less runs in its original form on one screen and with seven actors with handheld cameras on an innovative set reinacting the whole film scene for scene.
It's a clever concept which is implemented almost flawlessly by the cast who must have been rehursed until they dropped but with the use of miniature models standing in for the exterior shots, I wasn't quite sure if we should have been amused or just impressed with the results.

Jason and I can talk for Wales
We can also laugh all night too.
He's a good person to know and I like him

The cottage was warm when I returned home......in a fit of testosterone I had refitted a new cat flap this afternoon

Zombies to look forward to.....


I hate Saturday mornings
They shriek of couple time and wherever you go , you seem to be surrounded by couples catching up on the mundane and the routine things in life.
I tried to divert myself from coupledom by reading the latest twitter feeds
But it would seem all the gay twitter feeds I follow have hirsute men selfies on them proclaiming goddam awful hangovers and showing a beautiful range of bed linen.
I bought some nice bed linen this morning on the back of it ( special offer in Sainsburys )
It was either that or a cat flap, and I couldn't face the pet store this morning
Not with all those doggy couples about!
The bed linen looks crisp and inviting so bedtime should be a smallish treat tonight
Having said that the wind whistling through the catflap is a pisser .
I've had to fashion a curtain of kitchen tissue in the meantime, which has thrown Albert into a dicky fit.
Later I'm catching up with Jason the affable despot.
We are going to theatre Clwyd to see Night of the Living Dead remix, which is a " remaking" of a famous original zombie movie on stage!
Frothy and rubbish , I suspect, but frothy and rubbish is ideal if you are in the company of some who laughs easily.


A sudden sleet/ snow shower has whistled through the catflap like a rat up a drainpipe, sending the dogs scuttling back into the warmth of the living room.
I now friggin regret not buying one....
Hey ho