My housemate noted this morning that it's been eleven days since I last blogged. He has a point. When I started this blog, I fully intended to blog most days, and now that I'm off work, I should really be blogging everyday, since I don't have much else to do. Of course, the lack of things to do means that I have nothing to blog about. Man, this is some sort of vicious circle. Right, so the way I see it, I'm a bit crap about blogging at the moment. Certainly compared to some people I know... Check out my good friend Jeremy Wright. He blogged FOUR TIMES yesterday. Pudd blogs most days, sometimes more than once. A fairly regular blogger, Linda the Cho last posted on Wednesday, but she often posts daily, sometimes leaving up to two weeks between blogs. Beth and Maija don't count, cause there's two of them. Normally, I'd make some comment about how only Maija ever blogs, but Bethany got the last two posts, and since the last one was entirely for my benefit, I can't really argue that right now. Nobody that I know is a lazier blogger than one Mr. Ben Poulsen. He hasn't updated his fantastic blog since September 27!
I guess my point is this: I am mediocre. Thank you for listening.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Friday, November 19, 2004
Nevertheless...
Well, my birthday came a week early. I got my new cartridges for my turntables yesterday - Numark CS1s. Thanks to Pudd for the reccomendation on these babies, they're amazing! Good old Carl Cox, eh? Not only that, but today, as I was testing them out for the first time, I got a phone call from the greatest guitar shop in the world, Rockshack, telling me that they had fitted the Artec pickup to my acoustic, and it was ready to, erm, pick up. Both of these things are presents from my wonderful parents, and I am extremely fortunate to have such lovely gifts, especially a week before I should have them! If you're in Leeds, or in reach of it, and you want to hear the pickup in action (and trust me, you'll want to...), then head over to the Salvator Darlings' gig at the Packhorse on Woodhouse Lane on Monday night. Doors open at seven thirty, and entry is free!
Tonight I went to see NeverTheLess in Harrogate. This was their last ever gig, as drummer, David Dickinson, is off to London to drum school. Not that he needs to go, he's already amazing, as anyone who's heard him will testify, but he's off anyway. So they played a stonking set. Every time that I've heard them before, they've been very much about the music, but this gig was a bit different. I think probably because the seriousness has gone out of it, because of the split, there was an air of the silly about tonight. Whereas before the band played, and occasionally introduced a particular song, tonight it was like a Salvator Darlings gig, but with the music being played well... Matt took photographs of the crowd 'for himself', they covered MC Hammer, and Postman Pat... Lots of fun.
The highlight for me, though, was the encore. Having played an incredible set of AC/DC influenced rock, with Danny freestyling his way through both old and new songs (my favourite line: 'Freestylin' for the Daddy'), they left the stage, and were hollered at until they returned, despite the fact that they were already about 15 minutes over their alloted time slot. They came back and played 'Today', which is a real worship song. The atmosphere was electric, and Matt ended with an altar call and a prayer, in which he basically just gave praise to the Almighty God. It was so intense, and so right - in the past, they've not shyed away from the Christian message, but they've certainly never done that before. The Holy Spirit was so thick in that room, and the band rocked, and to be honest, it wouldn't have mattered if they'd have sucked, because people were touched tonight. I love The Jesus, and I love the NeverTheLess because they love him too...
Tonight I went to see NeverTheLess in Harrogate. This was their last ever gig, as drummer, David Dickinson, is off to London to drum school. Not that he needs to go, he's already amazing, as anyone who's heard him will testify, but he's off anyway. So they played a stonking set. Every time that I've heard them before, they've been very much about the music, but this gig was a bit different. I think probably because the seriousness has gone out of it, because of the split, there was an air of the silly about tonight. Whereas before the band played, and occasionally introduced a particular song, tonight it was like a Salvator Darlings gig, but with the music being played well... Matt took photographs of the crowd 'for himself', they covered MC Hammer, and Postman Pat... Lots of fun.
The highlight for me, though, was the encore. Having played an incredible set of AC/DC influenced rock, with Danny freestyling his way through both old and new songs (my favourite line: 'Freestylin' for the Daddy'), they left the stage, and were hollered at until they returned, despite the fact that they were already about 15 minutes over their alloted time slot. They came back and played 'Today', which is a real worship song. The atmosphere was electric, and Matt ended with an altar call and a prayer, in which he basically just gave praise to the Almighty God. It was so intense, and so right - in the past, they've not shyed away from the Christian message, but they've certainly never done that before. The Holy Spirit was so thick in that room, and the band rocked, and to be honest, it wouldn't have mattered if they'd have sucked, because people were touched tonight. I love The Jesus, and I love the NeverTheLess because they love him too...
Saturday, November 13, 2004
I love work...
It's true. I hate being at home, I miss the kids and the staff at work. I miss doing stuff. I just end up sitting around the house doing nothing of use at all, and it's boring. As such, I don't have an awful lot to blog about, because not much happens when all you do is sit around the house all day.
Yeah, and I miss my wonderful girlfriend a lot. She keeps calling me, and that's fantastic, but I wish she was here. I guess I want her here more than ever because I'm stuck doing nothing at home, and I know she'd keep me company.
Enough moaning about how bored I am, there are some good things about being at home. Yesterday we made up for the fact that I was in hospital for bonfire night, and my amazing housemate sorted out a bonfire party for us. We built a bonfire all of our own on the local park, and we spent a load of cash on really good fireworks. I spent the day making traditional bonfire night treats - bonfire toffee and toffee apples, which we all munched on while we watched the fire and the fireworks. It was great, and it really made my week. Thanks Rob...
Yeah, and I miss my wonderful girlfriend a lot. She keeps calling me, and that's fantastic, but I wish she was here. I guess I want her here more than ever because I'm stuck doing nothing at home, and I know she'd keep me company.
Enough moaning about how bored I am, there are some good things about being at home. Yesterday we made up for the fact that I was in hospital for bonfire night, and my amazing housemate sorted out a bonfire party for us. We built a bonfire all of our own on the local park, and we spent a load of cash on really good fireworks. I spent the day making traditional bonfire night treats - bonfire toffee and toffee apples, which we all munched on while we watched the fire and the fireworks. It was great, and it really made my week. Thanks Rob...
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Four. Stinking. Years.
Right. Let me start by pointing out how much I love November 5th. Now, I know that a lot of you won't understand the significance of this date, but here's a quick history lesson to help you out:
In November 1605, because of the persicution of Catholics by the Protestant king of England, James I, A number of plotters attempted to blow up the houses of Parliament at the official opening. Every year, at the opening of parliament in England, the monarch attends. The intention of the plotters was to blow up the houses of Parliament, taking the king that was persicuting them with it. From there, they intended to stage a revolution, and have a Catholic monarch take over the throne. However, just hours before the plan was fully put into action, a man named Guido Fawkes, one of the plotters, was discovered under the houses of parliament, with all the gunpowder. He was arrested, tortured, and eventually executed along with his fellow plotters. Ever since, every november 5th in England, all over the country, Bonfires are lit and fireworks set off to remind people of what happened. We even still burn an effigy of Guy Fawkes on the bonfire, although the whole thing has become simply tradition as opposed to an event of political significance. The whole affair can be summed up with the following rhyme:
Remember, Remember,
The fifth of November -
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot.
I see no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
All this is by the by. What is important is that, for me, Novemeber the fifth is the first night of the year that I wear gloves, scarf and hat. You have to wrap up. There is bonfire toffee, toffee apples, baked potatoes and many other tasty treats. It reminds me of being a kid. It also reminds me that my birthday is coming up.
I have lived in Leeds for four years now. The first year, I intended to go to the local big bonfire with some of my new friends from university. I went back to my parents' house, and had my dad bring me back in time for the big display. However, he set off really late, and by the time that I got back to leeds, the fireworks had finished! Not to worry, I thought, there's always next year...
The next year, I organised for my cell group to go to the even bigger display at Roundhay park. About 100,000 people turn up to this one, and it's supposed to be spectacular. But someone forgot their car, so I sat around waiting with two others while we waited for our ride, and we arrived in time to see the last firework explode in the air about half a mile away.
Last year, I had to work.
This year, I was determined to make it. We started planning the event about three weeks ago. It went like this: Everyone in my house, and in the two houses next to me, was going to walk down to Hyde Park, enjoy the bonfire, then return to have baked potatoes with chilli and cheese and watch the simpsons. It was so well planned, just like the Gunpowder Plot of 1605, but unfortunately, just like the Gunpowder plot, it was foiled at the last minute. I'm going to hospital for surgery today, and I won't be out until (at the earliest) Sometime on Friday. And if I come out then, I won't be well enough to go to the fireworks. Rubbish.
In November 1605, because of the persicution of Catholics by the Protestant king of England, James I, A number of plotters attempted to blow up the houses of Parliament at the official opening. Every year, at the opening of parliament in England, the monarch attends. The intention of the plotters was to blow up the houses of Parliament, taking the king that was persicuting them with it. From there, they intended to stage a revolution, and have a Catholic monarch take over the throne. However, just hours before the plan was fully put into action, a man named Guido Fawkes, one of the plotters, was discovered under the houses of parliament, with all the gunpowder. He was arrested, tortured, and eventually executed along with his fellow plotters. Ever since, every november 5th in England, all over the country, Bonfires are lit and fireworks set off to remind people of what happened. We even still burn an effigy of Guy Fawkes on the bonfire, although the whole thing has become simply tradition as opposed to an event of political significance. The whole affair can be summed up with the following rhyme:
Remember, Remember,
The fifth of November -
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot.
I see no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
All this is by the by. What is important is that, for me, Novemeber the fifth is the first night of the year that I wear gloves, scarf and hat. You have to wrap up. There is bonfire toffee, toffee apples, baked potatoes and many other tasty treats. It reminds me of being a kid. It also reminds me that my birthday is coming up.
I have lived in Leeds for four years now. The first year, I intended to go to the local big bonfire with some of my new friends from university. I went back to my parents' house, and had my dad bring me back in time for the big display. However, he set off really late, and by the time that I got back to leeds, the fireworks had finished! Not to worry, I thought, there's always next year...
The next year, I organised for my cell group to go to the even bigger display at Roundhay park. About 100,000 people turn up to this one, and it's supposed to be spectacular. But someone forgot their car, so I sat around waiting with two others while we waited for our ride, and we arrived in time to see the last firework explode in the air about half a mile away.
Last year, I had to work.
This year, I was determined to make it. We started planning the event about three weeks ago. It went like this: Everyone in my house, and in the two houses next to me, was going to walk down to Hyde Park, enjoy the bonfire, then return to have baked potatoes with chilli and cheese and watch the simpsons. It was so well planned, just like the Gunpowder Plot of 1605, but unfortunately, just like the Gunpowder plot, it was foiled at the last minute. I'm going to hospital for surgery today, and I won't be out until (at the earliest) Sometime on Friday. And if I come out then, I won't be well enough to go to the fireworks. Rubbish.
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