im back

cant remember what i was going to write. something about my dad dying. err.... i dunno. cant think. anyway. my dad died last tuesday. we were up a mountain eating our lunch n he rolled off his rock n landed on his knees n forehead. the way he landed, i thought he was being sick. my mum thought he'd fallen asleep cos he was snoring(aparently his lungs emptying of air). we rolled him over and his eyes were weird, kinda grey n glazed over. mum tried putting him in the recovery position where he stopped making the noise, so turned him back cos she wanted to hear him breathing. by this point she had started screaming for him not to leave her, tho he already had(looking back). i went to ring for mountain rescue n got a dufus asking me if that was ambulance fire police or coastguard. dur MOUNTAIN RESCUE! she put me on to the police in the end. lots of faffing round with that. meanwhile a doctor who was on her holiday n just up the mountain for a walk ran over n started cpr with the help of some other walkers. dad started going blue n then we heard the helicopter. i ran over to some rocks n stood there waving to it, my mum started screaming again cos it wasnt the right colour. tho it was the right helicopter. nehoo they tried loads of stuff n decided to stop, then got the mountain rescue to take him down n back to their base. on the way down his belly wobbled lol.
oh yeh, my gran is silly(dads mum). she gave us money for a takeaway. dad just died of a heart attack due to colesterol, she has colesterol problems, and she gives us money to eat lots of fat. well done gran!
p.s. just got details of funeral arrangements. if you want to know them let me know.

help!

hello blog readers. im in a bit of a predicament at the moment and was wondering if you could help me out. i cant tell you any answers, and those who know about this arent allowed to participate. could you please dip into your spirit and choose one of the following letters: A, B, C or D and type it into a comment. then can you delete the comment after you have published it. this is so that your decision isnt affected by anyone elses, but that i get sent an email. please thank you.

thick

woo for dumbness. in greggs in town opposite the statue, me and an other saw this sign:

yawn :)

woo! ive spent the majority of the last week in community on campaign. it was great fun! as a group we got about 72 people on the mailing list(i got 26). all ended with the ever hilerious goldsmiths and the len and jim sketch. the actual performance went well, despite the hillarity of the rehearsal. i have to admit, i was really tempted to move the lampshade again for the final performance. the set up was good too. it showed the 'pathetic brother' side to the leader of our household(who incidently gave the word about pathetic brothers...) who started complaining after....breaking a nail! awww :P bless ya bro!
i had a great time for the Jgen meeting tonight as well. the drama was great. the 'saint of the week' didnt have a go at me like i thought he might. and the only thing that went a bit wrong was getting the SOTW video up. it went ok tho. hope i can do it again and give the usual guy a break a bit more often-he works soooo hard. anyhoo, bed time. im shattered.

Lemon eating

A certain person was eating lemons yesterday. another person passed him a lemon saying 'theres nothing left in it'. it reminded me of this story.

The world's strongest man was touring with his show. For his finale he would take a lemon, squeeze all the juice out of it and offer £1,000 to anyone in the audience who could get another drop of juice from it. Time after time, men came foward but, squeeze as they might, none could do it. Then, one evening, a skinny old man came foward to meet the challenge. The crowd laughed at the idea that he could squeeze more juice than the strongest man. He calmly took the lemon, put it between his palms - and to the crowds amazement, out came a single drop of juice. Handing over the £1,000, the stunned strongman couldnt resist asking the old man what he did for a living.
"I'm the treasurer for my local church."

back at last

camping pics camping pics 2
woo finally back in the heart of zion(well as close as i cant get at the moment). 4 days in a field with one of the younger sisters, who i somehow managed to become their unofficial caring sister... it was great fun apart from the winging about walking, i cant cook so really vile pasta for dinner, being 'beaten up' cos it was 'fun' by my tent-sharer, having torrential down pours for 2/3 days, our neighbours being cowpats and the closest living things cows(i booked the campsite i was trying to avoid by mistake-durr), forgot the coffee and when i bought some from a shop, it wasnt used, oh yeh n lots of flies and slugs. i ended up doing what you arent meant to and did the cooking in the tent cos it was so windy. oh and a major disaster in putting the tent up! it never did go up properly. we put 2 tent poles in for the main bit then had to switch them cos they didnt fit, then tried putting the 3rd in for the porch and realised it was the wrong one, so took it and the short one out and swopped them, then discovered that the 2 in the main bit were the wrong way round, but it was pouring down with rain so we just left it, shoved everything under it and put up the inner. woo for camping! some how suggestions for next year came out-theres going to be one next year?!?!?!??!
the good points: while it was raining, we read the bible; finished knock knock booklet; excercise(the toilet and sink were accross the field, down the road up the steps and round the corner from where we were, plus the 12 miles getting around...); sleep; singing at the busstop on the way back; cheese sandwiches and bacon sarnies.
oh yeh, we only managed to find one shop in the entire of bakewell that has spiders!