Everyone has ginger children. The end.
Ok so I have lots to update on, which I will do soon so don’t worry!
Just wanted to say though…I went to my village fete yesterday and had:
One of those large, round burgers from a proper butchers, with bacon, cheese, ketchup
Surely these are the best things about fetes? I remember when I got massively excited about the lucky dip and the coconut shy- oh how wrong I was…
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty"
‘Love Divine, All Love Excelling’
I love how something that was written in 1747 can still have so much meaning to me now, when I sing it in 2011. Praise God.
I went to Bristol for an interview the other day and was reminded of how much I actually love it.
I walked into the pub nearest my interview, called the Old Duke. This isn’t because I’m an alcoholic and can’t cope in stressful situations without a drink. I just needed somewhere to read my notes and chug a pint of coke.
When I wandered in, I was greeted with the sound of a guy banging away on a piano in the corner and nobody serving on the bar (the guy on the piano clearly didn’t care and I had to yell out back to get served). Everybody was sitting outside enjoying the sun. The walls and ceiling were plastered in retro posters. After a while the girl that was cleaning the toilets just starts singing in this amazing jazz voice. Incredible.
Bristol is ace because you can just walk into a random pub and experience such quirkiness even if it’s just for half an hour.
Also everyone cycles there.
Wow I so want to work in Bristol!