Last weekend I found myself non-displaced and back in my homeland of North Yorks – hence I was unable to blog (if I did so then the title of my blog and it’s contents wouldn’t have matched and I would have been lying to you my dear readers).
Bizarrely enough it was the church weekend away which seemed to consist in almost equal parts, Jesus, bbq, wine and fields. In fact I drank more alcohol in a field with my church than I would have done on an average weekend in Liverpool with my non-churchy mates. Shameful
My job quest continues unabated (sort of), and I’ve found time to make a one minute long surrealist film with my friends Joe and Yolie (we did everything backwards and then played the film forwards so instead of jumping off stuff we look like we’re jumping unfeasibly high)