Hello again!

Well, it's been a long old summer, and you probably hated every blogless minute of it, but I, on the otherhand, was busy gathering achievements to mount on my blog.

First holiday type thing was WEC camp - way better than audacious, becuase I went with my best mate, and God's got zany stuff planned for him, and I learnt a lot about praying and just how awesome it is.

I did something else in the holidays but I've forgotten what, except that I also visited the lake district with my family, a pilgramige customary to the Lovells once every two years.  This involved doing manly walking most days, including a 10 hour one with just me and my manly father.  Aussi, I have bagged Scarfell Pike, and my calfs are now the size of actual calfs, like the ones that say moo.

I think that the most supreme of all these achievements, however, is that yesterday, not only did I fix some rip off shades I bought on holiday to make them super cool, I also invented cyber glasses, which will make me rich beyond my wildest dreams, and obtained a couple of sick african shirts which go with the shades and scooter look so darn well I can wear them even on a day as mediocre as this one.  Well, see you guys in about 45 mins / half an hour at the bridgealicious church.

P.S. I've gotten into the unimaginative habit of suffixing words with 'tastic' and 'alicious', such as 'tarragontastic' (The original -tastic), and 'climbalisciously'. 

I have also developed a ludicrously unhealthy love of this song, and how bad it is.  Hold on until you get to the rap, because that's the climax of the cheeseyness.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YufZ_Bj0aQ8

This isn't the best and most original version, with the all out sax riffs, but the video from the 80's is nothing short of indecent.

No way!!!!

People actually read this!  I'm so relieved.  I've laboured repeatedly that I don't blog for the readership, and I'm sure you're sick of the phrase, but it's nice to know that someone else knows it's out there.  And now I promise never to talk about wanting people to read this ever again.  The end.

Whelp, the last two crazy holiday weeks have been to muchos for words, so basically, I got excited about tiles, becuase they are made by robots, skived off with a guy called Happy Henry ( who introduced me to action turnip and robot unicorn attack - google them) whilst other smarter, and in many cases more autistic people designed, built and programmed robots for us, which mostly failed, except one that did so well that it just killed that atmosphere.  I didn't make that one.

Then, I went to WEC, which was nang, and I'm glad I went there instead of Audacious, because God put it majory on my heart to support and encourage my friend who also went, as well as teaching me just how nang prayer is.  Different camps, same God. BAM!  Aussi, the village quiet times (because we're not too cool to call them what we all know they will always be), consisted mostly of jokes about me and women.  My birthday also occured, I got monies, with which I will buy a Fez, a Kazoo, and maybe a Ukalalie, depending on how causually you can learn and play them.  Then I will have everything I need to live my dream of becoming a homeless and talentless busker.  Nobody can dislike a guy with a Ukalalie.

Whelp, I'm off (without actually moving) to find out about Ukalalies.  Ta ta for the momento, may the wind remain ever your faithful compainion. 

Dave.