Jill and I went our separate ways this weekend. Jill was committed to a choir competition and so was not able to go with me on my jaunts which I thought were more entertaining.
On Thursday after an all day meeting I set of for the wilds of Withington with Adrian and Emma. Evening chatting together. The next day I went Chester to do some family history research at the records office would you believe. Why did no-one tell me Chester races were on?
I got back A&E (no, not Accident and Emergency) Emma went out so Adrian and I went for a meal and drink in order to put the world to rights.
This brings me to Saturday morning after a good nights sleep. Thence to Oldham to see an uncle of my Dads and then to another family do. The Davies clan; guess what surname my maternal grandmother had. Much useful research, it keeps me off the streets, amuses me so I arrived home tired and content late/mid evening on Saturday.
And now I have to prepare my accounts to see the accountant on Tuesday. Yuck!

There's some anarchic punctuation going round the office today - lengthy ellipsis, inexplicably multiplied exclamation marks, and tildes used as hyphens.

They're not even particularly dramatic sentences...

As Zosh would would say James would say, "Say Knorr to boring meals."

Barbecue at lunchtime on Saturday at ours, owing to proximity of my birthday. Chances are, if you read this, and you're able to come, I'd like to see you, so bring some burgers and stuff.

I'm practically alchoholic compared to Will and Rosie. It makes trips to the pub a little odd when they drink coke all the time and I'm on whatever ale or bitter is readily available. I don't think they're teetotal, but I gather it wouldn't take much of a shift in gear.

That's it then - I guess I'm the reckless one of the trio. I expect I shall die sooner.

Well, maybe not. Red wine, in moderation, is good for you. I'm not sure whether beer is, but in any case, alchohol in moderation is fairly well vindicated.

Zosia came round and saw internet cartoons the other day. I can't help but wonder if it wasn't a rather disturbing process.

Work was odd today; the deadlines are a little early, owing to this clutch of bank holidays, but I am, in fact ahead of time, and slightly stuck for work. This is just as well, as I am fairly tired, and today my head wasn't working particularly well.

I should probably recap the weekend. Went home to see Mum and Dad. I can't have done very much except hang around on Saturday, but on Sunday I went to mass. It was good. If Rob doesn't come up and reclaim his computer before I'm done (thanks Rob) I should probably go over the readings agian. They were a bit difficult to hear because of kids. The kids in front of me were classic though. An illustration in itself probably - perhaps I'm just being soppy - but anyway, two kids, one mother, and they were constantly reaching out to touch her face, and it was nice, and an analogy of the beatific vision I guess.

Surely whether "credo" relates to a plural or individual confession of faith is the incidental part of James' post, whereas the business of outright editing the creed is the more important.

No-one cares about hair-pulling anymore. They seem to have worked it out.

S'my birthday on Thursday. I have some spending money from Mum and Dad, and Neil treated me to a pint of IPA and some baked field mushrooms yesterday.

People think my blog entries are too long. People think that my vocabulary is too large. Maybe they've given up by this point. Oh I do feel as though I've been thinking about things alittle too much recently. Maybe doing things would be more helpful. Perhaps I should underpunctuate too - it would seem to be the way of things. Am I wrong to care about these things? Probably.

Well whaddya know? I didn't think the RSV was online.

I'd like to be able to make some use of this, only I'm not au fait with either XML, RSS or PHP.

How about we start the web again using BASIC? No? Worth a shot.

A few days ago I sent Zosia a text saying, among other things, something along the lines of "did rob pull ur hair?" in reference to their (James and Lisa too) trip to Belmont park.

Now they're all very interested to know what I meant, and I'm not very interested in telling them what it meant, 'cos it meant very little and was silly.

[sigh]

And I apparently missed a game of scrabble. I like scrabble.

n.b. Rob's permalinks don't work.

i wonder why

Perhaps it's because you're missing a line like this in your template:

<a name="<$BlogItemNumber$>"></a>

will someone tell me what it takes to be happy... (sic)

Mmm... Strong's Exhaustive Concordance. How handy.

Was watching Young Musician of the Year and they showed a clip wherein, at school, one of the contestants was asked to come up with four lines of iambic pentameter. I thought I'd have a go, and apparently ended up with this, which strikes me as rather a Saturday afternoon sentiment in any case.

I feel a need to obfuscate my cause,
and seek distraction for it's own good sake;
How heavy hangs the will of those old bores
refusing, out of habit - too sedate.

I wasn't in the mood for blank verse, so I opted for a quatrain. It's conspicuously less than orignal I l know.

I thought I'd create an MSN group to host pictures on. And now... a really big picture of an old familiar face.

An advantage of Adventists would seem to be that their beliefs are not nebulous. They seem to have all their bases covered with regards to church organisation and creed. So it's pretty easy to find, in a cursory reading of 27 Fundamental Beliefs and their Church Manual, plenty to consider.

I just want to list some things here which struck me, without wanting to launch into any kind of solipsistic critique:

• Bible alone (naturally)


• I think they consider an Ellen G. White as a"Doctor of the Church", so to speak


• Sabbath as a perpetual ordinance - on which, more here


• Washing of feet as a sacrament, and joined to the Eucharistic Service


• Rebaptism for apostates


• No alchohol (except presumably at communion)


• No secular jazz or rock music

So there you are.