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Hey look it's my blog. It boasts features such as a garishly unprofessional custom colour scheme and hugely irregular updates. It is a personal autobiography that exists more for the sake of its writer than its readers. There are many hats and cats involved, and Batman gets his fair share. Basically it's great and everyone should read it. Please care about me and think that I'm cool.

Monday, 25 February 2013

Everything is Going Swimmingly

Indeed. Swimmingly is how everything is going. I slept on a raft in North Dock last night. It was super duper fun. We ate fish and chips and chocolate fondue, washed down with ice cold Pepsi. There were also glow sticks, which made for bonus fun.

YDT coworker Luke Watson turned down the chance to join me and four other Horizons workers in our nocturnal adventures. He spent most of yesterday informing me of just how stupid an idea it was, insisting that I would come home cold and miserable. I actually came home rather happy, and slightly stiff, feeling that it had been an evening well spent. I will spend most of today telling Luke Watson how stupid it was of him not to have come. I will also explain this to the rest of YDT, who shamed our great name by wussing out and staying at home. It would have been nice to have them along to help us carry several hundred kilograms of raft across the 300m of tarmac between the Horizons car park and the water's edge.

*THIS JUST IN*
The bottle of Frijj I finished about three weeks ago has transformed itself into an emergency penicillin farm. Yummy. I'm pretty sure I saw some kind of visible vapour in there.

It's been a while since the last post (surprise surprise), so here's a brief summary of all the sickest kicks I've gotten from the last few weeks:

  • Learning to play Smash Bros at the Jennings' house and stubbornly refusing to play anyone other than Solid Snake. I murk man.
  • Having a proper Nerf war, again at the Jennings' house, with all the lights turned off. They have bare NERF guns there.
  • Going to North Wales on a week long JUMP camp with my YDT boys and a handful of young people, where we saw bare lives impacted by the holy spirit and had fun climbing
  • Climbing regularly, which we have started doing
  • Having a post JUMP movie night regularly, hosted by my main man Max Gerry. 
  • Eating deli chicken, an entire malt loaf, and many other things that I picked up from the reduced section of Asda.
  • Telling everyone that League of Legends is for big babies whilst secretly being intrigued by it
  • Introducing all my bros to TF2, resulting in Max fun. (But not Max as in Maximilian Gerry, who does not like computer games.
  • Making my first Wikipedia Contribution
I had some sad news recently, which is that the cute cat who lives next door and gives me cuddles when he sees me is moving away in a couple of weeks. I will have to start carrying ham.








Tuesday, 5 February 2013

More Welsh Ting

I'm in Wales. I was in Wales for my last post about five years ago, and I'm still in Wales now. I've been not in Wales in between (mostly over Christmas), but now I find myself surrounded once again by miles and miles of Wales. It's the Welsh-est thing ever.

In Llanelli (a small town in Wales), you can say hello to people on the street and they hello you right back. It's pretty rad. My commute this morning consisted of some people I didn't hello (mostly just the guy lying in the road, sleeping between two parked cars) and some people I did. The people I helloed included a couple of friendly lollipop men, the usual handful of Koreans walking down Railway Terrace towards Nations, and a really interesting black guy who complimented me on my hat (the Zulu War Pith) and told me about how they used to wear them in the army, where he served for twelve years. There are not a lot of black people in Llanelli. I miss the zany multiculturalism of London town.

Bro, I just realised it's been since October that I blogged this junk up. That means you missed all my Christmas fun. It was fun because Godgive Mbadiwe (Mmm-bad-eee-weh!), my friendly neighborhood Nigerian, came to stay with me and my family. Over the month he was referred to (always unwittingly) as Godsgift, Godsong, Godfrey and many others. He came out of his morning teaching session just now and I invited him to sample a bit of this. His concise review was 'I thought it was music'. My father would be proud.

My knee is hurting because I smashed it into a table chasing Mike Adams, Horizons U.K director, into the YDT office. He was carrying delicious pizza at the time.

The cats of Llanelli are warming to me. I spent about ten minutes cuddling one on my lap outside my front door yesterday evening. It then spent about three hours meowing at the door with unsettling persistence and regularity. The hours were the ones between 22:00 and 01:00. My bedroom is on the bottom floor of the house with a window facing the front garden.

I spent most of last week making a fake bomb from a cheap game of Operation, a small robo-puppy and an old car radio. There was a great moment when I was in town with Luke Watson struggling to find obsolete electronic things to turn into a bomb and we walked past this car radio lying on the ground that was exactly what we wanted. That was some pretty encouraging provision. We didn't actually use the bomb in the end, but it was mighty sick and is currently residing in the North Dock attic awaiting future use. The week prior to bomb week I spent half a day making a mega blanket fort maze which we also didn't use. Basically my new job is the most fun thing ever. There are some things I don't like doing so much (as with every job), but even those are super fun, relatively speaking.

About halfway through that previous paragraph I went away to do circuits for half an hour with the YDT lads on a busted knee. The current set up is 30 seconds of pull ups, press ups, burpies, chair lifts, and sit ups, with 30 seconds rest / skank (depending on how hardcore you are) in between. This is followed by some kind of crazy, cardiovasculartastic, American basketball mini game. Then we repeat the whole thing until we have to stop and do stuff. My arms are tiredish and my knee is swelling up some, but I'm one step closer to being Ben.

Next week we're going to Snowdonia with some young people to put them through their paces. Also disciple   / witness to them. If you're into praying, you should sign up for my prayer letter and hear some more ecclesiastical jargon. Maybe you'll get redeemed and sanctified in the blood of the Lamb! (That video cracks me up to this day).

Well, I'm done. I'm gonna go and help my bros with something productive.