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
Happy St David’s Day from the Land of Leeks, Legends, and Laughter!
On this most Welsh of days, when daffodils bloom, dragons stir, and even the leeks stand tall with pride. We raise a toast (of water, if we’re being strangely saintly) to Dewi Sant, our patron of piety, poetry, and peculiar diets.Born in the 6th century on a stormy...
The 30 Day Book Challenge – Day 00
The idea is delightfully simple: for 30 days, you post once a day in response to a book-themed question. That’s it. No essays, no footnotes, no need to summon the ghost of Shakespeare, just honest answers, curious reflections, and maybe a few cheeky confessions about...
Hack the Planet: Celebrating 30 Years of Hackers
The Film That Told Us the Good Guys Wore Leather Jackets and Typed Really Fast Thirty years. Let that sink in for a moment. It’s been three whole decades since Hackers burst onto our screens in a neon‑soaked blaze of rollerblades, attitude, and the kind of computer...
Happy Friday the 13th, my brave and foolish friends.
As tradition demands, it’s time for the annual reminder of the official survival rules, because nothing says “I value my life” like refusing to behave like a horror‑movie extra. So, for those wishing to make it safely to Saturday the 14th, please observe the...
Blood Bikes Wales
My Livejournal is Legally Allowed to Drink in the States
I received an email today informing me that my LiveJournal account, yes, that ancient digital relic, has officially turned 21. Twenty-one. As in, legally allowed to drink in every jurisdiction that still pretends LiveJournal is a thing. I had genuinely forgotten I...
Happy 20th Masonic Anniversary
Today marks my 20th anniversary of joining Freemasonry. On the 2nd of February 2006, I arrived at the Masonic Hall in Ruabon at 6pm, suited up and not entirely sure what I was walking into. That evening I was initiated into Llannerch Lodge in the Province of North...
WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED
Ladies, gentlemen, and those still scraping ice off their cars… it is with great reluctance, and absolutely no surprise, that I must announce that Punxsutawney Phil has betrayed us once again. Yes. On this sacred Groundhog Day, the furry little meteorological menace...
In Scotland its Burns Night, In Wales Carpet Burns Night
To the Welsh among us: “Happy Santes Dwynwen Day!”May your love be as enduring as a slate roof in a storm and your pronunciation confuse at least three Englishmen before lunchtime. To the Scots: “Happy Rabbie Burns Day/Night!”May your haggis be hearty, your whisky be...
We are doomed as a species
Earlier today I was hurtling along a bypass on an emergency mission to acquire coffee — the kind of crisis that demands swift, decisive action. There I was on a dual carriageway, approaching the section where the road very helpfully provides an entire forest of signs...
I am Hysterical, err I mean Historical!
I’ve been haunting the digital wilds since about ’94, back when the web crackled, hummed, and occasionally threatened to set your modem on fire just for looking at it funny. A personal website here, a blog there, sometimes both held together with duct tape, HTML...
Have we, as a nation, genuinely become this fragile?
I genuinely don’t know whether the UK’s infrastructure has quietly regressed, whether people have collectively gone soft, or whether Health & Safety has simply been allowed to run wild across the country. As I write this, I’m looking out at a light dusting of...