Two musical challenges completed, just karaoke to go – and that should be happening this week if I manage to shrug off this horrible cold. I am SMASHING IT.
I was planning to learn a song on the banjo for Jose’s challenge but I ended up borrowing my Dad’s melodeon to make my stage debut at ‘Staff SFX’ – a festive collection of music and poetry performed for the entertainment of the general public by my colleagues at the theatre. Melodeon-playing apparently runs on both sides of the family, something I learnt whilst doing Tracey’s challenge, so it seemed quite appropriate. I’ve stayed firmly on the organisational side of SFX until now, but this year I furthered my nefarious ends by encouraging the formation of a house band and forcing everyone to play Fairytale of New York with me as an opener.
Time for a quick update on the 27 remaining challenges.
Make your own dress – as I don’t own a sewing machine and can’t even stitch a button I’m putting myself in the hands of the experts at Manchester’s Junk Shop. They run beginners dressmaking courses in the Northern Quarter, I’m booked in for a weekend in September.
Stand up on a surf board – dates are in the diary for a trip to Abersoch with Richard and co in October.
On to the home stretch. Without further ado…
- Stop Swearing for 100 Days
Wtf. This will probably be the hardest of all of the challenges to actually stick to. I get very sweary sometimes, especially at work (and at home… and amongst friends… and when I’m alone…) so I am destined to fail on an almost daily basis. Lucy and I have reached a compromise and set me a penalty to encourage me along the right path – 50p to charity for every f/s/c-bomb to pass my lips. Some lucky charity is going to make a f*king mint this spring.