Yes. Here it is. Behold. The Cake.

Oh baby.

(Thanks for the recipe mum! :))

I am baking a cake! A lovely sticky chocolate cake, hopefully. We’ll see how it turns out.

Photos to follow.

For all you cheeky invisible RSS users, I have a twitter feed that is regularly updated. Now, you could either subscribe to that, or, you could view the updates on the blog.

Or, alternatively, you could do neither, because let’s face it, who gives a monkey’s what dave8 is up to? It’s lunch time now, then I’m off to Morrisons. I mean, it’s not scintillating reading. Whatever.

I’m planning another youth meeting today, well this morning. This one’s about the miracle catch of fish, that breaks Simon Peter’s fishing nets. It’s a good one. Good miracle, Jesus. And just like the miracle of the feeding of the 5000 wasn’t about the bread, this miracle is not about the fish. Come to the youth meeting on Friday to find out what it’s really about! Or, you probably know anyway.

And of course, today it is my wife’s 30th birthday. We had presents/cards/breakfast in bed this morning, then she went off to work, then she’s coming back to me at 4pm, then we’re going out for tea with her family (and my in-laws!). Meanwhile, I have a lot of jobs to do, and planning youth is just one of them.

Next is planning a Bible study for M3 this Saturday morning. Then other miscellaneous jobs, some random, some birthday related.

Tune in later for more rivetting reading.

Good evening readers. I realise it may not be evening for you, either right now or later on for reasons such as the time difference. I need to stop digressing immediately after I greet you. Do you even need greeting? What is the point of this?

Anyway, Beth and I went to Stratford-Upon-Avon on Friday afternoon, stayed in a posh hotel overnight, then came back on Saturday night, just in time to witness Hull City’s second goal against Arsenal. Sweet, sweet Tigers. It was a nice little break, and we managed to meet up with the wonderful James and Natalie. James was, and is, my best man. He’s the best a man can get.

Proof.

So this week I am currently lacking paid work, although I am teaching music all day on Thursday which will make a refreshing change from teaching Year 9 kids about magnetism. I won’t be bored on the remaining days, however, as I have a youth meeting to plan for Friday night, and a Bible study to plan for the following Saturday morning.

Time to take the goujons out of the oven, for I smell burning.

Good day to my small but perfectly formed readership.

I thought that whilst my hot ‘n’ spicy chicken and hot ‘n’ spicy potato wedges were cooking in the oven, I would update you all on my last few days. However, I don’t have time for that currently, as I have a salad to make. The wife wants salad. I want baked beans. I see no possibility for compromise there. I will not substitute baked beans for salad. I don’t care how healthier some people might claim salad to be, it’s just not going to happen.

Anyway, so today I taught some year 8 kids about Ecological Systems. Basically, it’s all about how animals and plants ADAPT to their ENVIRONMENTAL wotsits. Can’t remember the word right now. A lot of the kids actually knew most of the stuff they were learning, but we all had a great time, and I learnt that camels don’t actually store water in their humps, but fat. Well you learn something new every single day, especially when you do supply in a grammar school.

Gotta check the chicken and wash the lettuce. Enjoy your Tuesday evening.

Oh my goodness, the sun is shining in Huddersfield.

This is Ruth and Esubalew enjoying their first dance, being watched by their bridal party. Soon after this, the bridal party joined them, as did two seemingly professional dancers, hired in for the occasion. Ethiopian dancing looks very strange. It’s all in the shoulders. You’re meant to wiggle them up and down. Some people were doing it incredibly quickly.

Our first dance wasn’t really a dance. We just moved around the dance floor, mostly in time to the music. Does that constitute a dance?