Sunday, January 22, 2006

Past...

Every generation is faced with its own particular dilema, its own puzzling questions. These where the questions that challenged the likes of Issac Newton and Albert Einstein, each question leading to the discovery of the theories of relativity of their day.

Which brings me, worryingly on to one of todays major questions. That of what, oh what to blog about? I am just kidding of course. Blogging isn't in any way an important question of our age. But all of this means that i now have two paragraphs of a post. Awesome.

And on to the post. Well folks i am struggling. Perhaps not for ideas but for motivation. So... I though i'd give you a taste of my life from the last few years with some old photos. Enjoy.

To begin a young Mr Moll, Mr Weaver, and Mr Forrester at the CU Ball 2003.


Some real British old school hip hop... (Can you tell we were both doing our finals at the time. Ha.)


My mate Chris on top of a very bleak mountain in the Lakes. 2000ft sheer drop on two sides, thick fog all around. Lots of fun...


On top of the Guinness Brewery in Dublin...


Coldplay's last gig of 2003 at V2003. 1,000 in front; 50,000 behind. Very cramped. Very cool...


CU Houseparty 2003. Lots of people looking younger...


A cannon's eye view of Belfast Lough. Carrickfergus castle, a place once the centre of both English and Scottish power in Ireland. Also if you had been here c 1912 the newly built Titanic would've sailed right passed you - it was built about 3 miles to the right at Harland and Wolff shipyard Belfast.


And finally me blowing my own trumpet... Well actually I play a cornet and this is a girl called Abbey's but still, it was fun...

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Hey Sports Fans...

Yo, yo, yo. So how goes it out there? Wherever you are I hope and trust the craic is good.

I thought i'd make a return to simple 'whats going on with me' posts for the moment, though i have loved being able to put together a photo review of the year and all compliments are much appreciated.

Anyway, today I took advantage of the new found blessing that is having my car in Liverpool. It is a rather nifty Fiat Punto and it carried me and Mr Moll at speed today to the Wirral. Here we caught up with our old friend Mr Richard Gott, who, as you will find in my archives on here somewhere got married back in the summer and subsequently moved out of Liverpool to the Wirral - for all those not in the know the Wirral is just the other side of the River Mersey.

It was great catching up with Rich and over two cups of coffee and some homemade brownies, the three of us put the world to rights in a way that only three British blokes can on a wintery afternoon. Marvellous.

After that I came home and watched some NBA with Evans - the Miami Heat against the LA Lakers to be exact - which was cool and took me back to my younger days of watching the LA Lakers trash the opposition when I was 15-16. Indeed the last few days have been witness to more and more American sport being watched in our house. Just the other day we watched the Pittsburg Steelers beat Indianapolis in a game which was vvv exciting even though we had no idea what was going on really. Splendid.

Oh and I ate a delicious brownie courtsey of the knife-throwing Ms Stephanie Gillette (www.sgillette.blogspot.com). Ha.

Monday, January 16, 2006

The Thistle of MacBride

Britain is a nation that has a long and established history. Be it the Britannia of the Romans, or the initial union of England and Wales that has its roots in the thirteenth century, Britain has existed for a long, long time.

In that time some peculiar traditions have developed, forged from the often brutal and hard fought history of those countries that make up this great land -England, Scotland, andWales. For example if you were to go to Chester or York you would soon discover that it is still technically lawful to shoot any Welshman or Scotsman that might be found with the city walls, be it with a crossbow or a longbow. How odd. And yet, these two peculiar throw-backs to Britain's ancient past are but a handful of the many, many odd traditions that still dot the land.

And yet one tradtion in particular deserves further examination, namely that of the ancient custom known simply as the Thistle of MacBride. This tradtion, which has passed down the ages, harks back to a time when England and Scotland where still hated enemies, fighting tooth and nail across the broad open tracts of northern England and the lowlands of Scotland. Here, at a time when the great figure of Scottish history, Robert the Bruce was but a distant memory, a lowly Scottish thistle became symbolic with freedom and liberty for a battered nation...

The Thistle of MacBride

With Scottish soil constantly under the tread of English boot, English armies swarming across the land, it fell to a simple Scottish farmer, one William Denzel MacBride, to restore any sembalance of national pride. Faced as he was with the loss of his farm, his livelyhood and his family, MacBride rallied together the local men leading them to battle against the English baron, Lord Ashby De La Zouche (from here on simply Lord Ashby).

Thus it was that as dawn broke on one winter day, the silence of the crisp dawn Scottish air was shattered by the rally cry of the Scots, led by the valliant MacBride against Lord Ashby's camp. Taken intially by surprise, Ashby raced to rally his troops, accompanied by his most trusted Lieutentants fending off Scottish farmers as he went. Finally reaching his horse he managed to make some sort of a stand but only when his once proud army was decimated, many lying injured or dead on the ground, others fleeing in all directions. Faced with the collapse of his army Ashby elected to make his escape, but only after ensuring that the day would not belong soley to the Scots, making one last charge across the battlefield cutting down MacBride.

It was to be the last action of the battle, Ashby and the few remaining English making quick their escape to English lands. But it was a crippling blow. The battle of Bede's field had cost the English dear and had ensured that the Scot's regained a fragment of their pride. However their leader MacBride was mortally wounded, cripled by the cold steel of Ashby, and within days of the battle he was dead.

His memory however was to live on. MacBride symbolised the defiance of Scots. He was tough, strong and resiliant. This was not lost on his followers, nor was the fact that the scene of his greatest triumph and his untimely demise was a place dotted with another symbol of Scotland - the tough, strong and reliant thistle. With this in mind, the battlefield was stripped of this humble weed, the buds being taken back to Edinburgh with MacBride's body. There in the the shadow of Arthur's Seat MacBride was layed to rest, a hero of Scottish freedom and liberty, and the thistle buds, pounded in the royal mills were dusted through the halls of the Scottish Parliament in honour of MacBride and of Scottish resiliance against English tyranny. This was the beginning of a long held tradition that came to be celebrated for many a year in the Scottish capital.

A few hundred years later Scotland and England were united under one throne, and one parliament at Westminster in London. It did not mean however that MacBride and Scottish liberty would be forgotten. For one day a year the ceremony of the Thistle of MacBride would be marked by the dusting of the House of Commons with crushed thistle buds by Scottish M.P.'s.

Indeed, the tradition was maintained until comparatively recently and was even opened up to the public who would buy specially prepared bags of purple powder to throw into a carefully prepared room of Parliament.

However more modern difficulties have threatended to put an end to the tradition of the Thistle of MacBride. The thistle was itself abandoned in favour of a synthetic version in the 1960s in the face of environmental pressure concerning the over harvesting of thistles, and as we enter the 21st century new pressures and increased security have served to ensure that parliament is no longer a scene of this ancient tradition.

But be rest assured dearest reader the memory of MacBride and the liberties and freedoms of Scotland live on in the humble Scottish thistle, which still dots the landscape of Britain.



NB: All character are purley fictitional (well apart from Robert the Bruce) and any resemblance to persons of real life, past or current, are not intended. This story is infact entirely ficticious and anyone who believes it is highly gullable. Ha... :-) )

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Bewildered...

I'm tired. Not physically, but mentally. I find myself in a postion that I find bewildering. I am bewildered. If you had suggested that I would be in the situation in which I find myself now to me in September I would have laughed, though maybe with an admittance that anything is possible. I know I can trust in God. That He is with me. But I feel that I am in that odd no-where place that leads ultimately to somewhere. A place full of promise and hope, but still clouded by the reality that is... well who knows. All I can see right now is the tatters of the last few months, with some great people - amazing blessings each and every single one of them - interspersed amongst the wreckage, reminders of God's provision and love, guiding me and supporting me through each day. Thanks guys. You are all marvellous people.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Rich's Photo Review of 2005 Part Deux

And so I bring to a close my brief photo-review of the year. Picking up from the summer of change the new academic year kicked off with yet another wedding, this time up at Mossley Hill for Phil and Anna's big day. Oh yeah complete with dodgy beard on my part...


After a brief sojourn back in the USA the Agape STINTers also returned to the UK complete with some fresh faces who immediately set about exploring phone boxes in Conway...


I had yet more fun with the STINTers and Danny T in the Lakes. Here you can see some of them in a nice English country pub...


...and here on top of a small wet Lakeland hill...


And before I knew it there was yet another wedding. This time it was Christoff and Sarah's up at Bridge Chapel followed by a reception in the rather splendid Palm House...


Inbetween exploring the UK with Americans and going to weddings I also found time for some amazing walks in Sefton Park. It is such an amazing place folks...


With the aforemention departure of Samo to Kenya we also gained Mr Neil Robinson, now officially the oldest man in the house... Thanks to Neil for his very own self portrait pic...


As the nights closed in and winter arrived it was time again for the CU Houseparty, which allowed for some fun time spent up a cold Welsh hill with Mr Moll and Steph...


Back in Liverpool it was time to chill out at the Agape open mic evening...


And as Christmas approached Mr Evans Felix Sarpong prepared a feast of vast proportions for us to eat as a house... Here you will find me and my old housemate John enjoying some 'soup,soup,soup'...


Christmas Day was a busy one but the first hour of the morning provided me with some peace and quiet...


The immediate post-Christmas period was also a time of great busyness heading down to Hampshire for a few days, but it also brought moments of great serenity...


...fellowship...


...and fun on the tube...



So there you are. My photo review of the year of 2005. Obviously my camera didn't go everywhere, most notably a rather splendid U2 concert but this is a pretty good representation. I hope you enjoy it guys...

The Greatest Showdown


Ok. So the second part of my review of the year will have to wait for now. But in the meantime I will share two things with you. First of all the picture. Who will win in this classic American college football rivalry now being played out in the Agape girls kitchen? I'd go with the handsome chap with the hair... ;-). Big time kidding going on there folks.

Secondly tonight i came to the conclusion that i have some pretty clear cut differences with popeye - i don't like Spinich. I mean i've had it in small doses on an Iceland pizza and it was good then. But i bought a Tesco pizza with it on today, but this time it had lashings of the stuff and... well most of it ended up in the bin. Yuck!

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Rich's Photo Review of 2005

So... Yet another huge photo blog. I've been thinking for a while about putting together a bit of a review of the year (2005) and posting it here, and while a written work is yet to come, here is the first of two photo blogs.

I saw in the year in a very wet and windy Northern Ireland, checking out amongst other things the Giants Causeway...


I had the amazing chance to spend some time with large numbers of Americans...


It was also a year to uo my smart levels, the first opportunity coming with the CU Ball...


Then it was wedding time, the first being that of Foz and Claire up in Durham...


As summer arrived things became a lot more chilled and more time was spent in the park, increasingly with some rather splendid American types...


And then it was off to the Lake District for a week in one of the most inspiring places on earth...


Smartness returned for Dave's graduation meal... Angie reckons i look like a goat in this picture by the way...


The summer also brought with it a time of great change at least in my house. We lost the Machine...


...and Dave.


But also gained Damien...


...and for a brief time Samson, before he headed home to Kenya.


We were also graced by the presence of Yaqi for a few months, and a host of others..



So there you are. Not a comprehensive review by any means. But a neat little summary to begin.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

A Photographic Record of Another Great Expedition

This time we (me, Andy Moll, and most of the Agape team save for Ed - and later the intrepid Dr Attwell) headed to Chester for KC's fake birthday. And it was fun. We shopped for a wee while and ate some Thai food. Thai food is rapidly becoming a firm favourite of mine, especially Panang curry which is pretty much a cross between an indian and a chinese curry. Splendid.

Then some guys went home while the rest headed around the city walls which was really cool.

So here are the pics. Some things to watch out for - the ever on-the-go BML on the phone, DK asleep, the inspired Agape TL Ryan Hawkins, and yet more STINTers asleep. But to begin...

'That DK, he's so hot right now.'








Thursday, January 05, 2006

A Photographic Record of A Great Expedition

Here is a photo record of the great expedition to the south of England. Please enjoy....

We begin with the annual dunking of Americans in the frozen waters of the New Forest.


Followed by a nice picture of a 'character building' lake...


The reward for walking around said lake - a nice tree... Ahh...


The Eagle and Child. Once home to Tolkein and C.S. Lewis. Now home to Willmollark...


And then a quintessentially British picture with a person of American origin...


Two Brits and an American infront of some very Greek sculpture...


KC Clark, the female Indiana Jones infront of an ancient artefact...


And finally Camelot...oh sorry. Warwick Castle....


Tuesday, January 03, 2006

So many posts...

There are so many new posts, and all of them are huge, so I’m posting a wee post just to say if you want to read all the new stuff then you need to read the two posts before this. Please… Ah go on, go on, go on…

Otherwise I’ve just had a great two days being able to relax and enjoy my time, though other than writing these two posts I’ve pretty much been watching the entire series of Band of Brothers. It is an amazing series and I’m delighted that I now have it on DVD.

Ok. Time to go and read an equally amazing history book and listen to some awesome Jack Johnson.

A Journey to the Deepest South


Way back in late September/ early October I was approached by a Mr Kevin Hawley of Agape fame concerning a trip he was planning for the Christmas holidays down south. Asked if I’d be willing or able to help out on the transportation front I agreed and so on 27th December I found myself driving me, Kevin, his girlfriend Lauren, and Ms KC Clark down to Andy Moll’s humble abode in Jane Austen country, aka Hampshire. And so began a very, very cool week exploring a part of this great land that I am all too unfamiliar with.

Most of Tuesday consisted of driving down to Hampshire and meeting the Moll’s senior, so it was Wednesday when the real exploring, adventure began. We drove down to the New Forest (founded by William the Conquerer) and took in some breathtaking scenery, quaint English towns, random wild horses everywhere, and even quainter English pubs. All in all it was a lot of fun, though the highlight has to be the end part of the day which invlovled us all taking a short and very enjoyable walk.

Essentially what began as a simple 2-3 mile walk became a little more fun as darkness closed in and the temperature dropped, and the English contingent decided to extend the walk around a small lake. Unfortunately the lake was a little bigger than we expected, and also involved crossing frozen streams and bogs, as well as moving through patches of thicket. However inspite of occasional signs of American defeatism ( ;-) ), the English contingent again insisted on us continuing all the way around and not giving up despite the general lack of path at times, or biting cold and general darkness. After all, this is the kind of thing that makes Brit’s ‘great’. Walking around lakes in the cold and darkness is ‘character building.’ Ha!

After Wednesdays expedition training, Thursday was an altogether more intellectual day as out intrepid group set out to take in the ancient city of Oxford, though before we entered the more ancient part of said city we stopped to check out CS Lewis’ grave. On entering the city centre we split into two groups and me, Andy and KC took in the sights and sounds of the Eagle and Child, the tiny pub at which C.S. Lewis and J.K. Tolkien would meet with other aspiring authors and discuss ideas etc. Though I am not the worlds biggest Lewis or Tolkein fan it was really cool to be in a place that they once spent their evenings, and though we sat and ate dinner in a more modern part of the pub, it was easy to see why they like the Eagle and Child so much – such a good atmosphere.

Having taken most of the afternoon eating dinner in the Eagle and Child we were left with precious little time to see the rest of Oxford, though we did get the chance to go to the original Blackwell’s book shop which was huge, and provided endless amounts of book browsing and eventually buying. All three of us bought Lewis books, and I also bought an amusing little book which should be issued at all STINTers me thinks. More on that at another time.

Anyway after a brisk, but enjoyable walk through some of the older college areas with an authentic medieval Starbucks in-hand, we returned to the Eagle and Child and hung out with Lauren and Kevin.

This is getting long I know but there is so much to cover. On Thursday evening we again split up and the group now known as Willmollark (me, Moll, KC) headed to Andy’s local for some grub (a quality little place where you can buy a pint of ‘Festive Feasant’ which even had an inspired little lyric: If you’re thirsty and fancy a beer full of seasonal cheer, a pint of Feasant is exceedingly pleasant you’ll be wanting to drink it all year!’. Marvellous). After that we then went to an even nicer pub which was a converted water mill. So, so cool. They have good pubs down south.

However, the highlight, and also low point, of the evening was convincing KC that it is an ancient tradition to throw purple powder onto the floor of the House of Commons, symbolising as it does the last throws of Scottish Independence, the purple powder reflecting the colour of the Scottish thistle. I’m sorry KC for deceiving you so, but, it was funny. Still – many apologies…

Friday marked our visit to London which was great. On the one-hand I haven’t really had the opportunity to see the capital as an adult so it was cool checking out the Thames and Westminster albeit briefly, and in freezing rain. Secondly, after again splitting, we got the chance to check out the British Museum which was breathtaking from the architecture of the building itself, to the staggering array of treasures that reside inside. It was so odd, and yet so amazing to walk around ancient Egyptian, Greek and even Assyrian artefacts, and then to go up a flight of stairs and find an impressive array of Roman objects. Awesome. And with four hours in there we only saw about a third of the collection. Another trip is needed methinks.

After the museum we headed to a nearby Thai restaurant for a delicious meal (I had Penang curry – mmmmmmmmmm) and then on to Scrooge the Musical at the London Palladium, which was brilliant. I really, really enjoyed the whole performance.

It was such a good few days, even the journey home in a very, very, very packed Fiat Punto being a great day as we stopped off at Warwick Castle, which inspite of being more like a theme park than a castle, was cool.

So much fun. Thanks to Andy Moll for the hospitality, to KC for the fanatastic company all week, and to Kevin and Lauren for not minding having three pesky history and literary buffs hanging around them all week.

Sleigh Bells Ring...


The most appropriate word to describe my Christmas this year is hectic.

By ‘Christmas’ I am making reference to the wee period that consisted of the latter part of Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. And yeah… It was busy.

On Christmas Eve I ventured to a local pub named the Owl to meet up with all the guys that I went to school with, sixth-form college and even Uni with, from back home. And it was good fun for the most part. From 7 pm to just before 1 am I sat and talked with friends that I hadn’t seen for a year or more at the most which was surprisingly good fun. I say surprisingly as, with the passing of each year we grow apart more and more, both physically, and in our lives as a whole, pursuing new careers, or even in my case new faiths. But it was grand.

The oddest moment of the evening came about when my mates sang Happy Birthday to me, which prompted the extremely hammered Wigan scallies to join in and call me Jesus again and again. Nice. Ha.

Christmas Day began with a trip to church which to be honest I wasn’t at all prepared for given that I was still wrapping presents at 3 am the night before (oops!) but I got there in the end and it was nice to spend some time reflecting on the reality of why we celebrate Christmas.

Almost immediately after church came the Christmas dinner, a rather wonderful meal prepared by my mother, which was pretty cool. Just me, my parents, my great aunt (an 89 year old woman who resembles Yoda), her friend Connie (who was invited over as she would have otherwise spent Christmas on her own), my aunt and uncle, and my cousin Tristan. Nice.

After the meal things got a little busy as other members of my extended family arrived (which is great) and colonised the house (less great). I will admit that I am no doubt selfish in how I was thinking, but at the time all I wanted to do was take some time out to relax and enjoy Christmas Day and my birthday. And that just didn’t happen until about 11 pm, when it was finally just my parents and myself and we had an hour or two to open presents and relax. That hour or two was great though.

Boxing Day again was busy, with another meal up at my aunt and uncles house, before I ventured over to Liverpool and spent a very enjoyable two hours with the STINTers. After that it was back to St Helens to my aunt and uncles where I watched my 89 year old great aunt destroy other, younger members of my immediate family in a succession of card games.

Reading that it doesen’t sound that tiring but by that point I was exhausted. And to think it was only a matter of hours before the beginning of very busy and enjoyable week.