I NEED SLEEP!!!!!!!!

So I'm back from camp now and am absolutley shattered. Camp was fab, I had a really cool time. I ended up going surfing, and really enjoyed it. It's typical that the first time I go surfing is after I have left the seaside!
Anyway, what else happened - um, we all went on a limo ride, which was amazing! I really loved it.
The other leaders in my dorm and I each gave the members in our dorm £5 to go and buy us a top and accessory, for our last night party. To be fair to them, they didn't do too badly, it could have been so much worse.
My dorm were ok, had some strops but generally they were great. One of them was a Liverpool fan, so we got on really well.
I'm sure there's more to say about it; oh Owen was accused of being sexist, becasue of a joke between me and him about girls not being able to play football. I did also steel his jumper at one point, and was wearing it around camp for ages before he actually noticed!
Now I am catching up with some sleep, and also the programmes I missed while I was away.

Camping in the rain!

So, I spent the weekend camping at Silverstone (home of British motor racing) watching the GP masters (ie various former F1 drivers, such as Nigel Mansell), and various other races. My friend Elspeth and I had such a fab time. It's been two years since I last went there, and even longer since I saw Elspeth, who I met at a CU leaders training week back in 2003, and haven't seen since (trying to explain that to some drunk lads in a nearby tent was really quite interesting.) We decided to majorly save up so we can camp for the proper British Grand Prix in 2008, as we think next year will be to soon.
Anyway, it was tipping down with rain, and stupidly windy most of Saturday night/Sunday morning, so not much sleep was had by us. However, our little tent stayed put, whereas some guys near us lost their, well what can only be described as a gazebo (where they parked their BMW) during Saturday. We didn't really laugh (much).
The races themselves were brilliant, well except for Nigel Mansell not managing to complete a full lap. Apart from that they were great races.
Now I am basically ready to go to camp on Wednesday, I just need to pack. So I will see you all sometime next week when I come back.

"All I once held dear"

On the way back from Plymouth I was listening to this song:

All I once held dear, built my life upon, all this world reveres and wars to own, all I once thought gain I have counted loss, spent and worthless now compared to this.
Knowing you Jesus, knowing you, there is no greater thing,
You're my all , you're the best, you're my joy, my righteousness, and I love you Lord.

Now my hearts desire is to know you more to be to found in you and known as yours,
to possess by faith what I could not earn, all surpass gift of righteousness.
Knowing you Jesus, knowing you, there is no greater thing,
You're my all, you're the best, you're my joy, my righteousness, and I love you Lord

Oh to know the power of your risen life and know you in your suffering
to become like you, in your death my Lord, so with you to live and never die.
Knowing you Jesus, knowing you, there is no greater thing,
You're my all, you're best, you're my joy, my righteousness, and I love you Lord.

It got me thinking about a time in my life, a couple of Christmases ago, when I thought that I had everything I really wanted, and I was really happy. I even said to my housemate that I was waiting for everything to come crashing down. Slowly but surely God took all the things that were making me happy, and brought me to complete reliance on Him, so the first line is really appropriate to what was going on in my life then. Also, the changes in my life then did teach me that there is no greater thing then knowing Jesus.

Pubs and Coffee shops

So I am back from a fab weekend down in Plymouth. I had a brill time, catching up with friends, wandering from pub to coffee shop, back to pub, walking round the Hoe and Barbican with Pete, a friend who I was staying with, and getting sunburnt while doing it.
I even got to see the might Argyle boys in action against Wolves. Before the game I bumped into Mick McCarthy (Wolves manager), and did get a little excited about it. So, we didn't lose like I said, but we did only manage a draw, when we should have won (um, where've I heard that before)! I had forgotten how frustrating watching Argyle at home was. Typically my friend who supplies our goalie with gloves only tells when I'm down there that he might have been able to get me free tickets! He says that he might try another time that I go down.
Owen threatened to buy me another cocktail when we went for a post match pint of non specific, but I managed to persuaded him not to, thankfully.
Now I'm back home, and preparing for Camp, which starts next Wednesday. I've done a lot of stuff, but now have to do some final touches.
Oh - and looking forward to something MEGA exciting this weekend, but details to follow.

Watch out Plymouth - I'm coming down!!!!!!!

While I was speaking to Kev on Friday, I was persuaded that I should go down to Plymouth this weekend to go to the first game of the season. Well, it has to be said that it didn't really take that much persuading on his part. The ticket for the game arrived this morning, and I sorted my train tickets out this morning - and the guy at the ticket office in the train station has a brother-in-law who is an Argyle fan, so he asked me if I was going down for the first game of the season. I haven't been down since last December, and I am really excited about going down, and catching up with mates, and also going to Home Park again, even though they will probably lose!