Merry Christmas Kids

Well Merry Christmas Kids (this is more inclusive than it sounds as I’m working from the Nat King Cole definition from his Christmas song where kids are, and I quote, “1 – 92”). Every blessing for a time of community, rest, joy and wonder.
I’m working up until the evening of the 23rd and then I am looking forward to time with family and friends ….. and not looking forward to a 6000 word essay that needs to be written, eek!
Back at the desk on the morning of the 5th January

Comedy Update

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Great evening at ACE SPACE for the annual charity Christmas bash, a cracking party it was. I was asked to do 10 minutes (well chuffed to have been asked). I feel like I’m learning and developing albeit slowly. I reckon the gig was mostly a ‘7’* but I managed to dip into a ‘6’ briefly with an idea that turned out to not be as funny as I thought (doh!) Was pleased with the finish though which felt back into the realms of ‘7’
Confessed my Birmingham roots last night and there is definitely some comedic scope in my Brummie identity it seems, ‘r, that’s just the way it is I reckon, bostin!’
This was gig number 7
Setting myself the goal of 24 gigs in 2015
* See here for comedy scale

Mary, er babby an a bostin tale

Loving this nativity from near my part of the world, fab. I love the fact too that this was written in 1968 by a Sunday School teacher to put the Christmas story into the local dialect.
“Oom you?” er asked, “yo day arf gie me a tern.”
“Doh be scared,” answered the bloke. “I wo urt ya. Me name’s Gabriel, an arm an angel.”
“Yo ay, am yer?” said Mary.
“I am,” ee replied. “An I’ve cum to tell ya summat.
“What?” said Mary, cause er was thinking what a carry on this was.
Yo’m gooin ter av a babby.”

ht to Sarah, full story here

Father time

For nearly two years all three of my children have been teenagers, this was a rather exciting phase for me as a Youth Worker …. akin to a Vulcanologist finding magma emerging through a vent hole in the back garden (though less dangerous).
But today Haddon hits 20 and leaves teendom behind.
His faith, humour and courage have brought him a long way. From surviving against the odds through his first night, on through epilepsy (thankfully no longer an issue) and living with the considerable challenges that Cerebral Palsy brings day by day, into his twenties; a driving licence and a place at residential college. He has taught me much.
Captains Log Supplemental: Coolest coincidence …. Haddon was on an outing with his college to Worcester where I happened to be today for a couple of meetings. We actually bumped into each other which was fantastic!!