Greetings & Salutations!
Wayne is a polymath who was born at a very early age and, quite impressively, has not died yet-something he considers to be a notable achievement.
He joined Freemasonry in 2006, the Holy Royal Arch in 2007, the S.R.I.A. in 2012, and the Ancient & Accepted Rite in 2013. In 2011, Wayne became the Master of Llannerch Lodge and has spent fourteen of the following fifteen years in one chair or another. His commitment to Masonry is extensive. He was a founding member of the Widows Sons North Wales chapter, served as the Provincial Webmaster for five years, the Assistant Provincial Mentor for five years, and was part of the Membership Pathways Team also for five years. Additionally, Wayne was an active member of the North Wales Association of Masonic Study for eight years, as both a Speaker and committee member, he has also been giving talks across several provinces since 2017.
Wayne is also a fervent supporter of the Blood Bikes Wales charity, dedicating his time and effort to this vital cause, raising over £50,000 from talks and presentations.
Put simply Wayne is A Blood Biker, A CodeNinja, A Gamer, A Hacker, A Blogger, A Writer & Poet, A Speaker, A Freemason, A Rosicrucian, A Reader, A Spod, A Son, An Uncle, A Brother, A Man, AN INDIVIDUAL!
From the Pen of Wayne Owens
Recent News & Blog Posts
The Year That Was – 2010
Its that time of year again. Where I look back over the previous year and answer the same 40 questions.
2010 Edition
Sometimes doing the Sensible thing bites you in the Arse
I recently installed an application on my Phone called “System”, It's a handy little app that gives you information on you phones memory, processes, disk, batter, and general info. It’s a handy Application for checking your phone, or getting info from it. The first...
What did we do before the Internet?
Today at the Asylum we lost the interwebz for a reasonable length of time. And everyone looked confused over what to do, while those with Smart-Phones tried to grab bits of the net to hug and pet, and remember the good times. This led to the question being asked “what...
From The Archive: Every Cloud has a Silver Lining
Nephew: “Why do they say every cloud has a silver lining?“ Me: “It’s because the outer edges of clouds, where the condensed moisture particles hit the ionised atmosphere, interacting with pollutants in the air causes a peculiar affect where the particles oxidise...
From the Archive: Were Ninja
We at the Insane Asylum have been running some updates on our antiquated control systems, and during this update I had cause to check the Polychronicon that is the Asylums Wiki. While trying to find the list of perl modules we need to re-install after a major update...
Heat does not exist in this dojo, does it?
Saturday evening I was informed that my niece had a Karate competition day on Sunday, and that she wanted me to go and support her. So there went my plans of a productive Sunday catching up on my ever-growing todo list. OK! by productive day I mean a day playing...
From the Archive: Last Ever Rock Night at The Tiv Pt:1
Recently it was National Nostalgia Week, and to keep the nostalgia going here’s a photo review of an event that marked the end of an era in North Wales, the closing of the Tiv as a rock venue and leaving north east Wales with no rock clubs at all.The Last Ever Rock...
One More than the Queen of England
Weird post title right? What I am referring to is birthdays, The Queen of England has two birthdays a year, Myself I have Three. So if you will sit down comfortably dear Reader, I’ll explain, mostly because its become a FAQ. A few years ago a friend offered to do one...
Battle to be The King of Idiots
This week at the Asylum has been a bit weird (And I mean weirder than normal) We’ve had two customers fighting to be crowned “The King of Idiots.” Now you would not think that was a title anyone would actively seek out, but I swear the two nominated contestants must...
RTL – From The Games Cabinet – Fallout: New Vegas
You wake up in a doctors office with no memory of how you got there, the last thing you remember was getting a job to deliver a simple package to someone. After further investigation you discover you were waylaying on route, shot in the head and buried alive. Luckily...
National Nostalgia Week
Is it “National Nostalgia Week” or something? Is there such an event? If so, Why was I not informed? If there is, how would the organisers control peoples memories? If you have bad remembrances can you get a refund? These and other pointless questions will not be...
BT has killed my will to live.
I am sat here, feet on desk, phone resting on my shoulder trying to work out if I can slash my wrists with a business card. Why you ask? Well to fully explain I need to go back over a hour, so sit comfortably and get ready for story time. The Governor of the Asylum...