danb

When I was 3,4,5,6 I used to make my Dad birthday cards as his birthday present. He’s a big Norwich City fan so what I used to do was gather up all the Norwich City programmes in the house, choose and cut out the best pictures and his favourite players from the programmes and stick them onto his birthday card and that was my present. Now to my Dad this was a great present because I was doing everything to the best of my abilities, I could only just write, I was doing this with the best of my resources, I didn’t have any money, I was really thinking about it, I thought what would make my Dad happy. Now when it comes around to his birthday this year, how much more can I give him as an 19year old?

Dear AL,

Even though i neglect you through times of exams and holidays your always there,
Though other bloggers might not see me, im still reading,
oh dearest AL you are so welcoming,
How easy it is for me to pour out rubbish like poems,
oh AL, oh AL,
your my pal!


Yes, the best poet award goes to........

A bit gutted I missed RDO, but I was at Malshanger for the week...is there another (summer) one planned?

So today marks the last ever week of school...I have my 6th form leavers hoody, my leavers ball ticket & a year book on order so i'm set, right?

I am really looking forward to leaving school, I can't wait to get out and delve into the unknown. But I do get the strong sense that i'm going to regret wanting to leave so much after I have left. I won't get my daily dose of mates, canteen time, smolley ball etc.

I got told about this website last night at an event meeting, it's great.

What you do is you type in the address of the website you would like to look at from years ago and you can!

For example; if you type in www.google.com you get a really old and cheesy Google page. bbc.co.uk is a funny one too, seeing a really on and dark site.

Another great way of wasting time!

This evening after I had been revising some Business work I went for a jog, but insted of going my usual route I went down a little path that leads to my old football pitch where I played when I was younger. The whole field, was covered in a cloud of mist it was gorgeous, as i ran through I got this feeling of where is the mist gone it was here a minuite ago, but when i turned around I could see it again even though I didn't see it as I was running through it, weird how that happens...

When i invited Jesus onto my bicycle built for two i assumed he'd pedal.
Instead he's deadweight.
He's slowing me down,
i wonder why i ever let Him on in the first place.
Finally i turn around and say "How come you never pedal?"

With a smile and a wink he replies, "I thought you'd never ask."

And so life is better with JC pedaling,

I cannot even begin to describe the size of the questions that has come from the terrible acts at Virgina Tech last week. Why would an all knowing, all loving, all powerful God allow such things to happen to innocent individuals. Of course free-will etc come into the whole equation but that doesn't bring me peace, the only peace that i can get from all of this is that i trust and believe in a God that does not see things as humans see things, he see's things in the scope of eternity.

Watch out worship team drummers, there's a little two year old about to take your job!

So today the day finally came, 12:33pm officially 18 years old.

I thought that i would feel a sudden sense of grown upness, but after a bit of thinking i realised that's not my job. For the rest of my life i will still be an official child, and do you know why?

Found these words that must some up what some of us must have been through in our lives, perhaps blokes more than girls, it's just a heart felt cry from a lost kid so thought i'd share it.


There's one thing i struggle with,
it haunts me when im alone,