This is something that comes as a surprise to some of my friends - I believe in ghosts. I'm not a religious person; I don't believe in a god, heaven, hell, or anything like that, I'm a man of science, yet I believe that hauntings happen.
I have done from a young age and, as I've got older, that belief hasn't gone away.
It's sad to see the direction Twitter has taken under its Elon Musk ownership.
I've had a Twitter account since November 2008, when it was about 2½ years old, was all about sharing your moment with short messages and just community building. I loved Twitter. Loved.
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Last year I became one of Hwb Narberth's pub quiz host team. A couple of times a month, you'll find me behind the mic testing the knowledge of Narberth!
I recently posted about how finding a photo from about 30 years ago triggered a search of Google Street View trying to locate a hotel I stayed at a couple of times on school trips to the Isle of Wight. Well, after having success with that, I remembered another little mystery I had from my family tree.
Whilst going through some childhood photographs, I came across some from a primary school trip to the Isle of Wight. Alongside a visit to the beach and Arreton Manor were a few taken in the hotel lounge, one of the bedrooms, and out of a bedroom window.
Before I continue, may I just get something out there now? I. Hate. Fancy. Dress.
I rarely see the point of it. Does anyone actually care what or who you come to a party as? Do I really have to spend time and money finding a suitable costume, either by scrabbling things together, buying new, or even renting?