Thats not skating...........its falling with style

Hey im Beth,im 18 and studying theology in the ghetto of roehampton(innit blood), This blog is just my thoughts on life, love, my bloke, my monkey and my skateboard

Thursday, October 26, 2006

This video was made by some school friends for an RE project. They were asked to create the script for a Christian charity advert.

Have a look and see what you think!


http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=salvation+army+spoof+advert&search=Search

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Suttoning it and the stud of a dad

Last Sunday Simon, Kat, Judith and I went to Sutton corps, this was the first church i had been to since being at uni so it had been around a month. When we got there we were greated by huge yellow sofas and it felt a bit like i was funiture shopping!

Now i'm sure my dad was a bit of a stud back in the day but i really do not like to be told this. So when the officer (female) came and shook our hands and asked us where we were from i really wasn't expecting this reply.
Heres yet another role play...

Officer- welcome, its lovely to see you (all officer jargon, bla, bla, bla)where are you from?
Beth - I'm from Chelmsford
Officer - Oh i used to live in Chelmsford, i can't remember anyone really but i do remember someone but he's probably moved away or something,you wouldn't know him.
Beth - Oh really whats his name?
Officer - Well he was my old kissing partner, his name was Adrain Hampel he had lovely dark hair!!

Now for anyone who does not know, the stud named Adrian Hampel is my father and since then i've lost all respect for him!

So then quickly moving away from the officer due to the fact of my embarrasment the meeting started.

Some important parts to the meeting..now i feel its the churches tradition that when they give to the Lord it is a very sombre occasion and should be done whilst contemplating upon your earthy riches. Now sutton did something entirly different, it was there alter service and instead of them walking up looking at thier feet they samba-ed up. Now this wasn't the young ones and some token oldies thrown in, this was the whole church all ages given abit of the cha cha slide and really enjoying thereselves! This really made me smile.

Another thing i really loved was their singing company of all ages just singing and smiling and just being happy when they sang. They wernt worrying about there uniform cause noone was wearing one, they weren't scared of losing eye contact with the leader and getting the evil look, they just looked so happy. There was a little girl on the back row just dancing and laughing this was something i absolutly loved.

To top of the meeting they finished of with the anthem of all athems -The way it's gonna be'. It was a really good meeting and i definatly see myself going again.

Friday, October 13, 2006

When you hear the firebells chime


so it takes a lot to wake me up but even Beethovan (composer not the dog!) couldn't sleep through the ringing noise that has woken me up for the past 3 nights. You know when your just dropping off and suddenly theres a telephone ringing in your dream, then theres the harsh realisation that its the fire alarm again! So you trapes downstairs with your hair looking somewhat like a birdnest and its far to late to have a conversation with people so you pass each other off with a grunt. Then you stand there for around half an hour wishing you had put shoes on and then stomp back up the stairs.

The following morning: So there i was making bacon sandwiches and the kitchen was kinda steamer and i get a phone call, i will do a little roleplay for you:


brrr brrr (the telephone!)
Me: hello
Sercurity man:hello your fire alarm is about to go off, is your flat on fire.
Me: (taking a quick glance... nope all looks good) No theres no fire.
Sercurity Man: Well your gonna have to evacuate your block.
Then he hangs up

Now how am i suppose to evaquate the whole of my building? my kitchen wasnt on fire, was i meant to wack on people doors waking them up and explain to them to go outside because my kitchen was abit steamy?

At this point two screaming fire engines turn up outside my flat, now this is getting riduculas and my sandwich is getting cold. The conclusion to this story is that infact my flat was not on fire and never to make bacon again!

So this blog is to thank the fireservice for the expertise and skills without them i don't no where i would be.....well actually i do..........STILL ASLEEP EVERY NIGHT!