The first thing you should know is that Carys is hopeless at self promotion. This could be because she has Asperger syndrome*, because she has anxiety disorder, or something else entirely. So if you could pretend that someone else is writing this, that would be great! Otherwise I probably won’t be able to write anything.
Okay, now we’re both confused. Where was I?
Carys is a singer-songwriter based in Suffolk, which for people who don’t know the UK well is the rounded bit about 80 minutes North of London (for people who know the UK well, it’s the rounded bit about 80 minutes North of London). She has completely forgotten how she was going to end this sentence.
You should probably look at some of the other pages now. “Things” is a blog, which gets updated four times a week then ignored for a year. “Stuff”, not to be confused with “things”, is a biog, not to be confused with a blog. It’s a really good biog, though. It starts when Carys was two years old and wanted to be a cat. Stuff she did before the age of two wasn’t really that interesting. Disappointingly, “Live” and “Discography” are exactly what they sound like. My links are quite fun, though. So far I’ve also included my favourite fabric shop and my favourite author, but I’m willing to entertain other suggestions.
I’m sorry. I tried really hard to sound sensible and professional but it just wasn’t going to happen. I promise the rest of this site is more sensible. I’ll rewrite this one day, I promise. In the meantime, here is a picture of my dog and cat.
*Technically this diagnosis is no longer used in the U.S. and some parts of the U.K. But it’s a lot easier than trying to use the official wording for my condition, which is something like “autism spectrum disorder with impairments in social interaction but without intellectual or language impairment”