Mobilising the Mobile Technology

Just wanted to share to all my fellow bloggers....
I recently discovered on my Smartphone a brilliant 'app' called 'Deezer'. This is basically a free app, in the same vein as 'Itunes' but much better!. You simply download the app, and once installed, you can search any album/song/artist you like, as there's something like 300,000 to choose from! I would highly recommend it and test it !.

The 12 weeks of Uni

On the first week of Uni my tutor gave to me a lesson in beginners Ict
On the second week of Uni my tutor gave to me two woolly gloves
On the third week of Uni my tutor gave to me three French blogs
On the fourth week of Uni my tutor gave to me four library cards
On the fifth week of Uni my tutor gave to me five Ted talks
On the sixth week of Uni my tutor  gave to me six books a reading
On the seventh week of Uni my tutor gave to me seven students drinking
On the eighth week of Uni my tutor gave to me eight website links
On the ninth week of Uni my tutor gave to me nine tutors dancing
On the tenth week of Uni my tutor gave to me ten teaching sessions
On the eleventh week of Uni my tutor gave to me eleven Power points
On the twelfth week of Uni my tutor gave to me twelve parking spaces  

With indirect reference to 'The 12 days of Christmas' published circa 1780.

Festive Fun...

I have added the Youtube video of 'Are You Being Served?', which is from the 1981 xmas special entitled 'Roots?'. The staff are celebrating Old Mr Grace's 90th birthday, and viewers can see no less than 4 musical numbers, the highlight of which is the Scottish dancing. Sheer brilliance !!.
This episode saw the last appearances of Young and Old Mr Grace, and legend has it that Wendy Richard (Miss Brahms) declined to 'blacken up' for one number. Watch and you'll see why.....

The Man whose life was unto a Mr Men story

Are you sitting comfortably ?? Then I'll begin....
There was once a man who lived a very nice life, in a very nice part of the world, with very nice neighbours, and his very nice children. His house was very nice, as he had worked very hard to make it so.
One day, not so long ago, the man was sitting in his very nice armchair, looking at his very nice garden, when his mind started to wander, as your mind sometimes does when you have nothing  else to do. After a few minutes, and eating the last of the Jaffa cakes ( Is it a cake or a biscuit? pondered the man, then realising he didn't have that much spare time for such trivial trivialities).
As I said, the man was sitting there, when at this point in our story he realised that he was, and had indeed been, at various varying stages in his life, been one of the Mr Men ( which ironically enogh were his favourite stories EVER)(better than Winnie the Pooh).
After even more wondering and pondering, the man realised he was more like Mr Strong. Not necessarily in physical build, but in a way that he kept everyone together, and looked out for those dearest to him. He then realised he was also like Mr Silly and Mr Nonsense (his fave characters), as he had always thought it highly important to maintain some silliness and nonsense in everyday life, no matter what the book of life threw at him ( and it was quite a big book). He then realised again he was like Mr Bump (always accident prone, just like the man had been in younger years),and also like Mr Lazy, but not very often nowadays.

The most important thing the man realised that he was going to be like Mr Birthday very soon, as his very nice daughter had a very nice forthcoming birthday, and he was in charge of the cake ( a huge responsibility, bigger than huge itself). But, most of all, the man was most like Mr Happy.
'Why?' I hear you ask. Well, this was because even though having a very nice life the man knew deep down (deeper than an actual well), he was indeed Happy.

Jackanory, Jackanory, Jackanory......