The second Grand Master of everything noisy. At least this one gets the tunes right !!

My hubby, who usually spends his life propping up ancient traction engines while holding beer (favourite position). He’s asked me to try this in our personal life, but I have my doubts.

If you ever find yourself face to face with this dubious character please remember that his memory is alcohol fuelled, so give him a pint and he’ll sing and play and dance and maybe sing some more.

Actually, he is one of the talented members of the family and as he makes some money for the cause, I decided to mention him first.

Here it is. The First Grand Master of noise. Still in training, this self professed expert of everything musical enjoys anything he plays. Don’t let the headphones fool you, that’s only because his dad’s playing the piano and doing a better job of it. The gormless, goofy look is his usual retort to being asked to perform any task that involves him moving anyway that is contrary to his beliefs. His beliefs being food, the fridge, the cupboard and junk food. Mention food and he’s there. Mention work and he suddenly develops hearing loss and vanishes!

Be warned when meeting this herbert, approach slowly bearing food. Else, a bloody large stick! PS. we call it Jimmy !

And here is one eating food. Sort of. Mention ice cream and she’s anybody’s. She’s your friend for life. That just proves how cute she is. Maybe a little too cute as she’ll latch on and not let go. Personally I think she’s got some pitbull in her. Either that or she’s being hanging out with Klingon too much! She loves anything black and gothic. Has some musical tendancies, luckily not to the same extent as the rest of the clan. She’s learning the flute and doing well, despite her brother’s attempts to upstage her. Her ambition is to win the lottery and buy all the goth shops in Whitby. We named her Sally.