This is a great concert! The lights! The songs! The music! I love it! It just takes me back, it’s been ages since I’ve enjoyed something so much.

I just loved that first bit where he came out on stage with his friend there, and they told some jokes, and we all laughed. Then the music, I just love his songs. The way he makes me wanna sing and dance.

I just love the energy. I love this, thanks for the invite. But I just have one question… Why are we whispering?

“Cause this is Colin Buchanan and we’re in our twenties.”

This is a great concert! The lights! The songs! The music! I love it! It just takes me back, it’s been ages since I’ve enjoyed something so much.

I just loved that first bit where they came out on stage with their friends, and they told some jokes, and we all laughed. Then the music, I just love their songs. The way they make me wanna sing and dance.

I just love the energy. I love this, thanks for the invite. But I just have one question… Why are we whispering?

“Cause this is The Wiggles and we’re in our twenties.”

I am young. I’m younger than I will be tomorrow, but older than I was yesterday. So age is really just a number.

Most of my cousins are older than me, that’s cool, but what if they weren’t?

Today I am starting a radical plan that will make me older than all of my cousins. I call it ‘Operation 31’.

It simply involves me lying about my age so often that they start to believe how old I want them to think I am.

I will start by telling my family that I am 22 (I’m 21). Then I will turn 23. And I will start the process again by saying I’m 25 (when I’ll be 22). From there I will keep going until I am the first cousin to turn 31.

My birth date will stay the same, and by that I mean that I will keep telling people I was born in 1884.

It’s a brilliant plan, just don’t tell anyone.

I was recently hanging with some juveniles, and that is just a fancy word for kids. Although, I understand that it may have some negative connotations because the word is often followed by delinquents. I assure you that these juveniles were not delinquents, although, maybe they should be.

So, we were playing hide and seek when one of the juveniles came up to me and ripped off my nose! Then she showed all the other juveniles my nose and ran away with it! For some reason there was no blood and my face didn’t hurt, but she still had my nose!

A few minutes later she reattached my nose to my face just as easily as she ripped it off, she must’ve used a very powerful glue. I was very thankful that she gave my nose back, but for some reason it hurts.

I think she dropped it.