Weddings, weddings, weddings...

Today I went to a wedding. It was my fourth wedding of the year, and it was great. The bride and groom had a great time (Christoff and Sarah) and it was such a good time of fellowship. Christoff was a fresher with me, so the wedding brought together old friends, who by-and-large have drifted off in different directions. Nice.





The wedding service was cool too. It was held at Bridge Chapel, and taken by Bill Bygroves who is man I have tremendous respect for. The service was incredibly relaxed, and yet also did an excellent job at establishing the grace and joy apparent in a Christian marriage and why that is so (as in its a unity of two peoples through God, rather than as a result of each others dependance on the other). Bill also had some watchful words at the end of the service about a wedding not only being about the joyful unity of two people, but how it is also a time of great loneliness, anger and regret for others, which i thought was an important point to raise. Good stuff.

After the wedding those of us not invited to the full day of events went to the Richmond Tavern for some decent food and more fellowship. And then... We went back to the Palm House in Sefton Park for the evening reception. And that was very cool. Excellent fellowship yet again, decent food, and the Palm House is an amazing place to be at night. So, so good.



It was a great day, especially the moment when the bride and groom left. This is because the crowd where issued with helium ballons, with a sparkler attached to the bottom of each one, and, a lighter. Then the sparklers were lit and the balloons released. This looked very cool, but in a park filled with trees and on a windy day, it was, interesting. I think we all thought the Park may be set alight at one point. But it proved for some cool pics, and its different.



Good day people. Enjoy the pics. Oh and I hope the craic is good. Apologies to all those who leave comments to which i fail to reply. Its very much appreciated and I hope you are all well.

A Photographic Record Of A Day In The Lake District With Six Americans And A Big Baby

Man of Constant Sorrow

I thought it'd be good to post but i'm tired and feeling highly unorganised about things. This does not bode well for what I wish to blog about, namely the fantastic weekend that has just passed.

So... bear with me folks as I leave you with a short wee entry.

The weekend was fantastic and such a great time of fellowship as me and Danny took some of the Agape team north to the wet and....erm... wet, Lake District. Grand day for so many reasons. And thankyou so much for the card guys. Much appreciated. It was no problem taking you guys there and we both really enjoyed it.

Right now I am exhausted and thats even with an extensive sleep earlier this evening. I am tired physically and mentally and I think thats beginning to show. So I should go to bed really.... Its in the pipeline. Trust me..

Hopefully tomorrow i'll get back to my work and sort out simple things like washing clothes, buying in food and cleaning the house. Sounds pretty dull but I'm looking forward to getting back into some form of a routine, God willing.

So there you go... a wee post for ye all.

Oh and if your wondering about the title i'm listening to the Oh Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack and its class...

Zzzzz....

Good morning!!! The three exclamaition marks there (probably a record for this very understated blogger) suggest a level of excitement and energy that is definately misleading. This is because i'm writing at 6:55 am, and I've been up since 3:30 am, having gotten to bed at about 12:45am. Ok so theres a lot of am's in there, but seriously I feel a little tired. Ha.

But I want to blog. I haven't updated for a week now which is something of a record for me. So what should I blog about? Well... Right. Well first of all there is my situation. I'm up at this crazy hour as i've just dropped my parents off at the airport. They are flying to Germany to stay with some family friends and its brilliant that they are doing this. They haven't left Britain for 22 years so it is a good thing. But my parents being my parents don't half worry about things, and right up until they walked through security it felt like I was the one over fifty and they were the ones still in their early twenties, as i tell them not to worry and they ask me a hundred and one questions about check in and bag packing. Still I don't mind - its the least I can do for them and, to be honest, all of their worrying etc is quite amusing and endearing.

The airport was interesting. Very 'airportesque' you could say. Even at 5 am its still full of noisy kids, confused looking internationals, even more confused Brits, businessmen who have a smug no-it-all 'i do this every week' look, and, unervingly for a Brit who's quite proud and adjusted to the Police being unarmed, a Policeman equipped with a machine gun. Yikes!

It takes 25-30 mins to get to Manchester airport from here and I really enjoyed the drive. Ok, so it was mundane motorway driving but it really does give you time to think and to chill out. Especially to music. And to that I must make a recommendation. I was listening to a cd of songs by Angie King, agape worker extraordinaire, and a talented singer/songwriter. Good stuff.

And right now I'm sat in my lounge in St Helens with 'Whats The Story Morning Glory?' by Oasis cranked right up on my dad's stereo. I'm feeling nostalgic, and it is marvellous. Especially when I have a big house to myself. Just me, the music, and a cup of coffee which I need to go and make actually. Hmm... Ok... Well as I do that I shall bid my farewell and hope that the craic is good with ye.

(P.S. This is my house. In the photo... Up at the top. You know what I mean. Ha.)

Conkers on me 'ead

So today I ventured down to the park to try and get some photos of the autumn colours. Some of the trees look outstanding at the moment. Little pockets of colour surrounded by green and grey. Sadly this photo doesen't really reflect that - the light wasn't particularly good. Well thats my excuse anyway..

I actually really enjoyed my little walk today though. First of all I got up a little bit earlier which was grand. Secondly, on the way to the park I was walking under a chestnut tree just as four conkers dropped to the ground. Except that they didn't hit the ground. Rather they hit me on the head. Ouch! Funny though. I thought things like that only happened in cartoons.

In the park I was taking pictures when a guy walking his dog came up to me and said, 'Ah. I bet your an Art student?' To which I replied 'No. I'm a History student actually.' On hearing this his face dropped and he looked immensly disappointed. I mean I have never, ever seem someone seem so devastated to hear that I studied history. Amused me somewhat.

After the walk I had a wee chat with Evans and then went to see my friends Beko and Juliet, which was cool. Not seen them for a while so it was good to chat.

And now i'm blogging and then maybe working. I was watching a film with Danny and Evans but it already had my blood boiling after 3 mins by having American soldiers fighting the Nazi's in Scotland in 1944. What!?!?! A warning to anyone who watches a historically inaccurate film with me... Ha.

Oh to have a name like mine ;-)

Hello all potential readers out there!! How are you? Good? Well I hope so. Ready to digest another post?

Now bare with me for a wee second. My name is a very popular name. By that I don't mean that everyone hears my name and goes 'Oh what a wonderful name!', sadly ;-), rather that lots of people have it. A Google search will produce 45, 100, 000 results. Thats a lot of namesakes. The result of this is that i've grown used to having to create unique user names for things like e-mail or passwords, as, by-and-large, someone has already taken it.

It was too my great surprise and delight therefore that when I started my postgraduate degree I was able to use my name as my e-mail. No extra intials, or dates, or owt. Splendid.

However, I have since found that there is a catch to having such an authentic e-mail. Over the course of the last year I have recieved (and still do recieve) a growing number of e-mails that are for similar named people. For example I was contacted by a large Government reseach commitee who wanted me to present a paper to a world leading conference about Ocean studies. As flattering as I found this, my knowledge of the worlds oceans is limited, so i figured there must be another similar named person out there. And sure enough Liverpool Uni has a Professor Ric Williams, who as it turns out is a dude in all things Oceanic and is now leading a big expedition in the Atlantic. Nice.

And it goes on. Last week, I recieved an e-mail which stated simply 'Is this you?'. I did want to reply sarcastically 'Well it depends. It could be me. I am me. But am I the me you want?' but decided that was a tad harsh and didn't. That probably would've been a good idea though, as a week later I got a series of e-mails, apparently intended for a Ruth Williams, asking if I fancied meeting up for drinks, and estate agent talk. I did point out immediately that I am not Ruth Williams, but even still I was invited along for drinks. Turned them down though... It would have been a bit odd me thinks, plus estate agent talk doesen't sound all that good to be honest. Ha.

And then today I recieved two e-mails forwarding on important, nay essential, PBL (this is medical jargon for self-supported study) material related to respiratory illness. All very well and good but not really what i'm looking for with an Irish History degree. Ha.

Still I enjoy getting all these random e-mails. Makes life a little bit more interesting. On that i'm off to do some Irish history.

Hurrah...

The Blog War...

Well... I've just been informed that I am in a blog war. Ha... Amusing. I'd like to say that in such a case this blog will become like the UN or something. A peacekeeper amongst blogs. Ha.

Anyway, I'm currently feeling very tired, even though i only got up at 10:30 today. I think this is a good thing though. I really, really need to get to grips with my sleeping pattern and ensure that I have done some productive things before 12pm, and feeling tired will help me in getting to bed earlier.

Thats been something that I've found really frustrating about today, and the last few months - getting up really late. I have a lot of work to be getting on with, I'm so keen on establishing a constant relationship with the Lord, and University is just such a blessing in terms of what can be accomplished here and the people around you. And yet, I'm still in bed after 10 am. Bummer!! So annoying sometimes..

The Lord is good though, and inspite of my laziness today has been great. Me and Danny actually managed to out together a good meal - Shephard's Pie - for Movement Prayer which was good.

Our house looked as though it was heading for meltdown a few hours ago and now things appear to be good which is marvellous.

And... AND I'm so thankful as ever for the fellowship I have with the Agape team. You are all brilliant. Thankyou so much for letting me hang out with y'all.

Artbybryn

Only a short blog tonight. I just wanted to bring attention to a website that Steph showed me yesterday. Its this one www.artbybryn.com . And I think its really cool. Check it out.

So thats it. Keep reading the post below...

Mother of Pearl

Mother of Pearl!!! This post has been a long time in coming. A post all about Ms Brittney Michelle Lenhoff no-less. The Queen Blog herself.

This sassy, classy and gassy American lady has inspired a thousand blogs, as opposed to a thousand ships – though I’m sure you could do that too Brit.

But anyway, cheesy Iliad references aside then this is my perspective of the one known as the Brittster.

Where to begin? Well I guess there was my first introduction to Brit. I had been told all about the American girl named Brittney by the great Peter ‘Pedro’ Roberts, along with the succession of ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ jokes that he had already used. However this could not prepare me for the moment of actually meeting Ms Lenhoff. For the 25 minutes it took to ride the bus home I was introduced to BML’s unique language form (think Valley style), and the ‘guns’ concept that I will leave well alone here, but led to some unfortunate and interesting months afterwards

And from then on in its been a riotous, fun filled time of discovery and adventure in getting to know the one Mr Daniel Temlett refers to as B-Rit.

She is the lass forever to be identified with phrases such as ‘Mother of Pearl’, ‘Redonculous’, ‘You’re darn skippy!’, ‘Booya’, and most recently ‘Knacked’. Her unique limberness will be hard to forget too – all those who have seen the famous Brittney ‘rock’ will testify to such wonders. This girl is also a person now synonymous with Winston the Dog, her beloved companion and the central figure of a rather splendid story.

Brit is also the one who introduced many to Guster (well lets say she was part of a trio including the equally legendary Toth and Treece),the one with a mean punch, and the one who has brightened the day of many a Brit and American, as well as the citizens of many other nations of this globe.

Not too mention her dancing nor in fact her grand hand gestures that almost inevitably result in anyone within 5 yards of the Britmeister being hit by a flailing appendage.

On a more serious note she is Brittney the missionary, the team member, the housemate, the sister, the daughter, the supporter, the encourager, the listener and the friend. All in all a sound, quality, marvellous lass who means a great deal to me and to so many others.

So ladies and gentlemen – Ms Brittney Michelle Lenhoff.

Tis the season to be blogging...

I'm sat in the living room of the Agape girls house amusing myself no end by writing a blog whilst sat on the couch using Angie's computer. Tis amusing. I have no idea why but it is.

So today was great. I headed down to the Maritime Museum in the morning with some of the Agape team and it was cool. I've been to the Maritime Museum many times but it was fantastic to be down there with the team. I'm sure I was annoying but I really enjoyed just talking about ships and history and things. I don't know why but I really enjoy sharing my knowledge with people - a sign that I am indeed cut out for lecturing? I don't know but maybe.

Afterwards I enjoyed a splendid time of fellowship with Brittney. We made a wee trip to Tesco's, took in the Richmond Tavern and then I was honoured to eat some delicious Brittney Lenhoff soup. So, so good. I really appreciated just talking and chilling out with ye Brit. Thankyou.

And now i'm sat with Danny and Stephanie just talking with a cup of tea and some music. Marvellous.

Oh and thanks for the computer usage Angie. Just checked out your song too. Nice. Really, really good. Angie King ladies and gents.

Brendan Benson and Ok Go

So tonight I actually ventured out of Allerton to the city centre. Wow!! For those who don't know me too well I am not a going out type person. I am a drinking coffee with good friends round a kitchen table or in a lounge type person. Thus, for me to make a trip into town in an evening is a rareity.

But tonight it was very much worth the trip. I went to a gig at the Uni on the recommendation of my mate Woody. And it was great . Fantastic. Marvellous. Brilliant. In other words it was good.

There were actually three acts playing but we missed the first, so the first band we saw was Ok Go. If you live in the UK and like indie music you'll probably have heard a track of theirs called Get Over It. To be honest, I was expecting that song to sound good (I like it) and then the rest to be poor immitations of that song. However, I am very pleased to be able to say that they are a great little band (all the way from Chicago) who have a very creative and cool set.

But, as good as their music is, it was an added extra that really put them into my musical good books. As they ended their set, they informed the crowd that they had time for one more song (always a good thing) but rather than tweak and tune their instruments they put them down and all four of them preceded to stand in line on the edge of the stage. Then a recording of their song came on and we the audience stood in awe and then fits of laughter as four indie band guys started to perform a dance routine (a very well exectuted dance routine) more akin to a boy band. And it was HILARIOUS. So, so funny. What made it even more amusing was that while three of the band are tall, lanky American guys, the bassist is a shorter, more rotund chap, who also happens to be balding with huge chunky glasses and amusing facial hair. The result was even more comedy. It was so good infact that most of the audience went and bought their cd, and to be honest its worth it, plus they were sound, sound guys who took the time to chat to whomever after the gig. Ok Go ladies and gents. Splendid.

After Ok Go came the main attraction, one Brendan Benson. Now I'll admit that I hadn't even heard of this chap until two days ago, but he was good. Very, very, very good. To describe his musical style I'd have to go with Damien Rice/Jack Johnson/indie rock - a fusion of all three. It was great and so well executed by Brendan and his band, which included a very insane looking drummer... Hmm...

So a grand night out. There where some other things that made the evening though. One was effectively being asked to select a beer that will be sold in the Richmond Tavern next week. I went with one called Nelson's Victory so it'll be interesting to see if they actually take up my choice.

I've also just been privvy to some delicious brownies courtesy of KC Clark. So good. Thankyou KC. Not forgetting the ever joyous company of the entire Agape team and Andy Moll and Danny too. Proper grand.

I do have one gripe though. At the concert we had two couples standing in front of us for most of the evening and I have to say - snogging (kissing) in public - not good. Especially when 500 people are having to look past you to see the gig. Anyway. Good night folks.

To Blog Or Not To Blog

To blog or not to blog. That is the question.

So another blog in quick succession proving either that blogging is a great thing to do with your time, or more likely, that I have very poor time management. I'll let you decide that one...

Anyway. As I said briefly in the last post i've found things to be quite stressful of late. And I wish I could go into why here but I can't really. On the one hand its a general feeling of not really belonging (at least as a student) where I do combined with other pressures and stresses that taken individually amount to very little, but collectively take on a much greater significance. Then on the other hand there are things particular to this week which have added to my general state to make me feel as if I've reached rock bottom.

However the Lord is good and when I finally spent some time with Him in prayer and reading the Bible life looked significantly less bleak. And also some fantastic friends have helped me feel less under the weather. In particular I'd like to thank Brittney for letting me 'emotionally vomit on her' (to borrow her own phrase), the guys in my house and also my mate Joe who without knowing cheered me up no end with a perfectly timed e-mail. And thanks to Steph and Woody who kindly asked how I was doing but I didn't explain. Cheers guys. Appreciated.

Moving on to other things then I headed down to Sefton Park the other day to find loads of kids from my high school milling about the place. Kind of odd to be honest - but an interesting suprise nonetheless.

I've also been learning some new phrases such as Cool Beans (or Kewl Beans), Yes Siirie Bob etc. All courtesy of Stephanie. Cheers Steph. Ha...

Reech's Laundrette...

Ok well this is a post in a hurry. I have a pizza in the oven which will be ready in about 8 mins and then i'm off to CU. So not much time to write and be creative...

But even still i wanted to post....

Life has been tricky the last few days. I don't want to bore you with the details but i've felt increasingly pressured, lost and confused in the last week. So much so that i was feeling pretty miserable on Monday. But things are better - thanks to finally spending some time with the Lord and some quality friends who listened to me moan. Thanks guys... Really, really appreciated.

Otherwise a week of normality - Tesco's shopping, and today washing. How difficult is it to wash and dry clothes in the UK? Even on a sunny day like today my clothes are still wringing having been out on the line. Hence my room looks like a laundrette at the mo.. Nice.

Ok Pizza time...

Oh to be a Williams...

I like this photo. Its yet another pic that I took in Conwy.

Anyway. You learn something new everyday. According to the US census of 2000 the surname Williams is the 3rd most popular in the country with c 1,747,000 people having the name. Cool.

Ok. So i've been thinking about my surname recently and the fact that so many people have it. For example I ran a Yahoo search on 'Williams' and it came up with 230,000,000 hits! Madness.

According to this website (which may or may not be reliable) - http://allthingswilliam.com/willynilly/name-origin.html - this is the origin of the name Williams.

William is derived from an Old French given name with Germanic elements: wil = desire, will; and helm = helmet, protection. Some say the Old German name Wilhelm derives from Wel-helm (the shield or defense of many), Weil-helm (protector of rest, defender of tranquility), Vil-helm (strong protector), or from the Belgic Guild-helm (harnessed with a gilded helmet).
The name was introduced to Britain by the Normans. When the Normans conquered Britain in 1066 they brought with them a stock of new names and different ideas about names. They were beginning to use the first name and last name system, which allowed the same first names to be borne by many different people at the same time. William - "will" and "helmet" - was an outstanding favorite Norman name and became, in short order, one of the most popular given names in England. In the first century, after the Conquest, it was the commonest male name of all, and not only among the Normans. It has belonged to several rulers of England, Prussia, and Germany, including William the Conqueror, the first Norman king of England

I may try and find a better account of the origin of the name Williams. Anyway my trip to Wales the other day also got me thinking about my own particular family origins. Sadly I don't know a great deal other than that my Grandad came from Flintshire and I have relatives right along the North Wales coast. But, I do know that we have a semi-famous relative, who you can read about more here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/northeast/guides/halloffame/arts/emlyn_williams.shtml

Ok. Sorry if thats quite dull. I've never been one for family history but going to Wales got me thinking the other day.

How many Americans can you fit in a telephone box?

That is just one of the many questions this blog aims to answer, and today a scientific experiment was undertaken to find out the answer. And as this photographic evidence proves the answer is 5.

So today I joined 6 members of the Agape team on a Welsh adventure. We ventured out to the medieval town of Conwy and took in the castle, which was completed in 1287 at the behest of Kind Edward I. Why? Well, King Ed (or Eddy to his mates) needed an iron ring of castles to control those riotous Welsh, so he set about building quite a few of them. Random bit of history for you there.

Anyway a good c700 years later these mighty weapons of war serve as a ideal distraction to students and full time ministry workers, and a rather splendid earner for the Welsh tourist board. I very much recommend that you check them out some time. Its good fun.

But back to today. We checked out the castle, had a wander around Britain's smallest house, checked out some random swings, ate in the finest fish and chip restaurant in all the land, pottered around the town walls, and even found time for magnum ice creams and kebabs.

All in all a great day. Almost neverending fun and fellowship - i'm extremely thankful for that. I'm a wee bit tired now, but twas grand. Thanks for inviting me guys. Nice.

The End of the Beard is Nigh

I'm beginning to realise that I love posting on here. I'm not sure why but... its addictive.

Well the first thing to note is that I have just looked in the mirror and seen my face, sans hair, for the first time in about 4 weeks. Why you may ask? Well this is because I have removed the strange musketeer type beard that has adorned my ugly mug for so long. And I have to say its nice. Sure I'm going to miss the reactions on peoples faces when they see me, and, i'm going to look 12 from now on in. But i'm loving not having that itchy feeling, not too mention it was all getting a bit too long and out of control. So ladies and gents I have removed the beard. Ahh...

Secondly then I've just been to CU which was ok. Met a few freshers and got to catch up with some people - most notably a guy called Ola, who is a dude - which was ace. I was actually really touched, and surprised, by Ola's reaction to seeing me. I was really honoured by it and I hope I'll be able to hang out with him more this year. Also got to spend some quality time with the Agape guys which was great. I love (see - a Brit showing emotion. Wow!) you guys. So much fun - even if I do look like the uncomfortable Brit sat in the corner. Nice...

And finally then today has been another day of feeling like a student who shouldn't be a student any more. If that makes sense? Ha. Well if it doesent I can try and explain it a bit better in person.Anyway...

Eric Clapton is great...

Eric Clapton is great. Well some of his songs are good anyway. I'm listening to his MTV: Unplugged album. Amazing guitar playing. Oh and I like this picture - I took it out of the boy Danny's window this morning.

I've been thining about what to write here for a wee while, but, even with considerable amounts of thinking time invested, i've decided to stump for a simple 'what have I been up to' account. So... What have I been up to?

Well, to be honest, this week has been a time of getting back to reality - at least in terms of university. On Monday, for example, I paid my tuition fees which was an experience in itself. In order to pay the Uni, you are required to stand in line for upwards of an hour with what is quite easily one of the most diverse, and most international, groups of people you will come across anywhere. It really is something to behold, though I must add here that I like this particular part of paying tuition fees. Its fun to know that you are surrounded by people from almost every continent on the planet.

However, there are of course less enthralling aspects - one of them being the massive uncertainty that goes with working out what que you should be standing in (there are 3, each for a different method of payment - though it should be noted you aren't really informed which line is which), knowing full well that if you get to the desk in the wrong line you will be consigned to the back of the correct que for another hour. Needless to say I was in the wrong que, but the delightful, nay wonderful lady on the desk recognised my inner depression and let me pay. For this i am extremely thankful.

Today I went into Uni again, this time to meet with my supervisor who has returned to Liverpool after a year on sabbatical in Belfast. And I was a little nervous beforehand. I hadn't met up with her for about 4-5months and I'm a little behind in my scheduled work. But it was actually a very good meeting. I am apparently doing well, working steadily enough and am thinking along the right lines re the completion of my thesis. I have also been told that I may be able to teach a seminar group next semester. Ha!

Otherwise the last few days have been an amazing time of fellowship and friendship for which I am as ever grateful.

Trees...

Ok so where does this look like to you? Personally it reminds me of France (even though i've not really been to France, save for a good ten hours on a coach to Germany). But no... This is Liverpool. Queens Drive to be specific - just before it runs into Sefton Park. This is one of my favourite parts of Liverpool. I took this pic yesterday when I was out with Brit (though she has a much better one on her camera) and I like it.

Right. Time to be bit more productive somewhere else. But please read the post below. This is more a picture post than anything else. Ok adios.

A storm brewing...

I love this picture. I took it about this time last year up in Yorkshire, and it just captures all the power and menace you get with a storm. Ok so its only a meagre British storm but still. Look at that weather front heading in.

I could ramble on for a while but I love the contrast where the two parts of the storm meet. Dark and gloomy on all sides and then a few tiny breaches allowing the sunlight and blue sky to shine through. Quality.

But enough about the picture. So how are you? Good I hope. I've had a pretty grand week since I last posted. I spent Thursday giving our German family friend a tour of Liverpool which was cool. Its bizzare but even though I've lived here for over four years, and, having been coming to Liverpool since I was a tiny baby, there are still parts of this city I don't really know at all or forget about in my day to day business. As part of the tour we spent a good bit of time looking around Sefton Park and then went up the Anglican Cathedral Tower. And up there it is breathtaking. You have views right over the city, the Wirral, the Mersey, and even over to Wales and the Pennines. Tis marvellous. We also checked out the Museum of Liverpool Life down by the docks which was actually pretty cool - well its not everyday you'll find yourself looking at Roman artefacts in Merseyside. So a good day.

Since then well I had the chance to spend some quality time with a good mate of mine on Friday. Its amazing how a few hours spent discussing matters (preferably with a focus on the Lord) can really help give you and others a focus on a situation. Good stuff.

After that I headed over to a rather spiffing party with the Agape guys, and it was great. I really do love hanging out with you guys. You are all great. I guess I can be annoying and frustrating with all my mick taking but I really do appreciate the fellowship I have with y'all. Thankyou.

And on Saturday it was cool too. Ok, so this time it was a little different in that me and Danny headed over to see what the craic was having heard of a toilet disaster at the girls house. But after the torrents of water had ceased flowing from the bathroom into the dining room it was a great day. You Americanos are class, splendid, spiffing, marvellous people and I feel honoured to know you.

Back at home

Well hello there. How are you? Good you say? Well that’s grand. Thanks for taking the time to read this blog at this moment in time. Tis appreciated.

So to begin. I’m at home again. Back in the land of sunny St. Helens. And its fun. I’m enjoying seeing my parents, taking in the less hectic life of Liverpool and having my car. Plus we have a family friend from Germany staying over for a few weeks so its been fun to catch up and see them while they are over. Splendid.

But. Now you knew that was coming right? Anyway I digress.. But. I’m missing that hectic life in Liverpool. I love being here at home. I love being with my parents, seeing old friends etc. But my heart is in Liverpool. Sure there maybe times when I want to get away from the stresses and strains of living with seven people, or just let out a loud and prolonged yell in frustration about, well a host of things. Yet even then, even under pressure, my heart lies (At least for the moment) in Liverpool.

I don’t expect that to always be the case, and, as a friend of mine reminded me last year, a wise person is someone who realises that nothing - nothing - in life is wasted. However, tonight, as I sat in the cinema, I was struck by the fact that I really did want to be hanging out with peep’s in Liverpool. Interesting.

On a lighter note I just went to watch Pride and Prejudice and… and… it was good. As in very good. For a bloke that can sometimes be a hard thing to admit, but hey. P and P is a great story – very cleverly written, and some fantastic characters. The film was set in Derbyshire so the scenery was great, and… well Kiera Knightley is a very nice lass. Ha…

Ok well that’s it folks. I need to go and have a time with the Lord methinks, so I will catch you later.