Saturday, 6 June 2009

Done. Fin. Owned.

I have finished my degree. I have not another word to write for it.

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I shall send you in this direction. Although, a disclaimer; it won't be funny or enjoyable if you don't care for football.

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Yesterday, having finished the last exam of my academic career, I was considerably tired and wiped out, having run on adrenaline for the last however many weeks. I had to play the drums at a half-night of praise and prayer, which meant carting myself into Uxbridge on inept buses that don't run when they should, and turning up at the church for a sound check at 5.

Being tired and out of it, my drumming probably wasn't fantastic, and during the practice I must have looked worse for wear as Carol, one of the wisest people I know, asked how I was. I responded saying that I really couldn't be bothered. She looked at me for a moment, and then said the sentence that got me through the night, and shall remain with me for a long time, I hope:

'Remember, He's still worth it.'

3 comments:

GT0 said...

Its true, He is still worth it. And by the way, your drumming was fantastic.

philgroom said...

Have never experienced your drumming but have noticed your football. I thought about bringing football into my BNP post today, under 'British jobs for British people' — if the BNP got into power, would they get rid of all out international players? Wonder where that would leave British football? Would we have a team fit to play at world-class level?

philgroom said...

Drat: typo! That should be "all our..." of course, not "all out..." — must learn to proof read before I hit publish. *sigh*