tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258939632024-03-23T18:20:19.400+00:00Confessions of an Innocent ManGlyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-71019069324859034262010-05-03T00:18:00.010+01:002010-05-03T01:34:14.616+01:00The First Ever Piece of "Confessions" Merchandise<div style="text-align: justify;">I think I've finally discovered my calling in life. I'm going to design, distribute and sell my own t-shirts. I can't believe I've never thought of it before. It's perfect. I wear t-shirts. And I've seen other people wearing t-shirts. And sometimes I'll see someone wearing a t-shirt and I'll say "Hey. That's a nice t-shirt" and they'll say "thank you" and I'll say "no problem". And you know what? It really is no problem. I can just look at a t-shirt and decide whether or not it's nice. I don't even have to think about it for that long. It's like I just know. Like some kind of sixth sense. And so I thought about this and I thought: "wouldn't it be great if I combined my love of t-shirts with my ability to distinguish nice t-shirts from not nice t-shirts and designed my own t-shirts?" And then I thought about this for a while and then answered myself: "yes. Yes it would".</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I've designed my own t-shirt. I wanted a slogan. Something witty and punchy, packed with hidden depth and meaning. Something that you could read once and find hilarious and then keep reading again and again and every time you get something new out of it and then you speak to someone else about it and you say "hey, did you see the new t-shirt?" and they'll say "yeah what did you think?" and you'll say "I loved it. I think it means this:..." and they'll say "oh really? I thought it meant this:..." and you'll be all like, "oh my goodness, I never thought of it like that but you're so right". </div><div><br /></div><div>And so, bearing all that in mind, I came up with this:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvjNQzxh3GdJhdb2uyhojc1q9ZHrXlAMvVMwR_j00Owz9f3ymBRgADd6RMZqm9_lHldxs3TIcOfLemEfs55p8lXuwUSu2Gxjz1K_FMEYUr49P922518UkkhjECEGfKaJSsVw/s1600/T-Shirt+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvjNQzxh3GdJhdb2uyhojc1q9ZHrXlAMvVMwR_j00Owz9f3ymBRgADd6RMZqm9_lHldxs3TIcOfLemEfs55p8lXuwUSu2Gxjz1K_FMEYUr49P922518UkkhjECEGfKaJSsVw/s400/T-Shirt+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466817166072243106" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pretty darn brilliant right? You see, the guy who's wearing it is asking a girl (whichever girl might be reading it at the time) to go out with him. And then, to sweeten the deal, he conjures up a cozy image in which they're going out and she's borrowing his clothes. And the girl will think "You know what? It'd be great to be in a relationship in which I can borrow and wear someone else's clothes. Yeah. Let's do it."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, upon the completion of said idea, I realised that I hadn't thought it through properly. What happens when the girl goes out with the guy and is then wearing the very t-shirt in question?</div><div><br /></div><div>This issue would have to be addressed</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>On the t-shirt:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsHvw29DXH9YvUzXzo974xD5V4Tswn4t1vHCT94hq3S9g__Mm9krzm52cK9aaV9mIKQTb5wFXGaaqy-O4apkjLFl1ePvDpMrgCGMqRl32oylaP8jzZh3ASYmCujx1LK1EpQM/s1600/T-Shirt+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsHvw29DXH9YvUzXzo974xD5V4Tswn4t1vHCT94hq3S9g__Mm9krzm52cK9aaV9mIKQTb5wFXGaaqy-O4apkjLFl1ePvDpMrgCGMqRl32oylaP8jzZh3ASYmCujx1LK1EpQM/s400/T-Shirt+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466817052802073746" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But this is just an observation. I didn't want the girl to think that this was acceptable behaviour:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmQp1DxSOCkVsm9dH_HcapoletlPhcUifQL2jfAenfpRtEyYzqaahWK9rbQ-c1XrVF1DxSgp-OMOH0cwDYrtMYZSiOMGNDVlmmTmISzF4zSqNf54nz8RoeiNWA7YyMCMq9xc/s1600/T-Shirt+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmQp1DxSOCkVsm9dH_HcapoletlPhcUifQL2jfAenfpRtEyYzqaahWK9rbQ-c1XrVF1DxSgp-OMOH0cwDYrtMYZSiOMGNDVlmmTmISzF4zSqNf54nz8RoeiNWA7YyMCMq9xc/s400/T-Shirt+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466816939876526610" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But now all I'm doing is highlighting the problem and no girl is going to want to go out with any guy who is complaining about the relationship before it's even started. The t-shirt would have to provide a solution. This, I figured, could be addressed on the back:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkAtE01aH4ORWZ34fBPejWoVkWuYF5bxfCFNYdHVkRAIDm_9yLU3XFT0Vm6FF7t_qx8hZoUGJtj0rLDjx-EAgn2_YHwdljTDT3lTe8LVrYNOJMqzKWkEzyoMvvHuz53_Xv4_Q/s1600/T-Shirt+7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkAtE01aH4ORWZ34fBPejWoVkWuYF5bxfCFNYdHVkRAIDm_9yLU3XFT0Vm6FF7t_qx8hZoUGJtj0rLDjx-EAgn2_YHwdljTDT3lTe8LVrYNOJMqzKWkEzyoMvvHuz53_Xv4_Q/s400/T-Shirt+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466816753521225138" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok. But then I started worrying that a lot of guys might not want to buy a t-shirt which effectively states that the wearer will be boyfriend to whoever reads it. What if an ugly girl reads it? What if another guy reads it? What if a bar full of ugly dudes squint in the wearer's direction and drunkenly absorb the text? What will the wearer do then? He can't take it back. It's on a t-shirt. I took care of this with a cleverly worded disclaimer:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqZ7X3mclTKw0w0PY28jikhkC-03iGBlxQuP7kERv1J8kQ6ZGWktssM3o28Czr311CQ30ZKXYe-ypWQFewqE-itpXnA7sMp1c3eALqEKweEIoMB4bqmRCd9225bzW7fZFhyphenhyphenw/s1600/T-Shirt+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqZ7X3mclTKw0w0PY28jikhkC-03iGBlxQuP7kERv1J8kQ6ZGWktssM3o28Czr311CQ30ZKXYe-ypWQFewqE-itpXnA7sMp1c3eALqEKweEIoMB4bqmRCd9225bzW7fZFhyphenhyphenw/s400/T-Shirt+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466816600279134994" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. A pretty much perfect t-shirt which can be worn by virtually any man on the planet:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC0qeBcjaDR832oxVt4wlN7gKxRM-yFbFwJhXU68-I12UTJ013veZpAQzz2wZzhyXfCcsK98lnzdM6E0ig2gsbUgtVik5VoPdFBh6PzsrpHNXYtmiRzItZQhLQvv_nRxMUk8/s1600/T-Shirt+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC0qeBcjaDR832oxVt4wlN7gKxRM-yFbFwJhXU68-I12UTJ013veZpAQzz2wZzhyXfCcsK98lnzdM6E0ig2gsbUgtVik5VoPdFBh6PzsrpHNXYtmiRzItZQhLQvv_nRxMUk8/s400/T-Shirt+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466816491959618594" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Except it's not. Not yet. You see I realised that, in striving to design a t-shirt which catered for heterosexual men looking for love, I had overlooked an important demographic. A whole culture of men who would be desperate to buy my t-shirt but who would feel excluded by its message. But that's ok. I've taken care of that as well. The t-shirt is reversible. For all my fans in the homosexual community, simply turn the t-shirt inside out and voila:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfBtsTeZOOOO7ZDyAO7gdLaKTZnmeJQ8pZ0l0XEhkczDkpIyR_Ghgu5WgQr76RctjZpmkhcix7aK4BDWSqLLjVVMxx8BsmwfCCcJGWF5qnytWwOPQV7IRUzOr5Gcx2ePTCmY/s1600/T-Shirt+6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfBtsTeZOOOO7ZDyAO7gdLaKTZnmeJQ8pZ0l0XEhkczDkpIyR_Ghgu5WgQr76RctjZpmkhcix7aK4BDWSqLLjVVMxx8BsmwfCCcJGWF5qnytWwOPQV7IRUzOr5Gcx2ePTCmY/s400/T-Shirt+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466816386732733442" /></a><br /></div><div>This is going to be the best t-shirt ever.</div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-24374927608405147472010-04-26T21:52:00.002+01:002010-04-26T22:13:54.700+01:00The Return of the (Blog) King...Get it? Like in Lord of the Rings. Except with blogging.Right. Here goes. I've decided to restart my blog. From this point on, I hereby swear to update my blog at least twice a week. There. I've said it. I've made a promise and I have to stick to it. However, like any good promise, this one has a few provisos.<div><br /></div><div>Reasons it would be ok for me not to blog twice a week:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>1) </b>If I am hit by a car.</div><div><b>2) </b>If I fall down some stairs.</div><div><b>3) </b>If the internet breaks (or is stolen).</div><div><b>4) </b>If China rings and asks me to stop as my blogging is further aggravating the economy.</div><div><b>5) </b>If I find a brick.</div><div><b>6) </b>If I am mauled, seduced or written to by a bear (of any size).</div><div><b>7) </b>If I am having a bad hair day.</div><div><b>8) </b>If I feel like a sandwich.</div><div><b>9) </b>If I forget.</div><div><b>10) </b>If I remember and am fully able to but then can't be bothered.</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also thinking of running for election.</div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-25297961819684184882008-12-16T19:07:00.003+00:002008-12-16T19:18:28.954+00:00Personal Statement<div style="text-align: justify;">So I am currently in the process of updating my CV (I say updating but, seeing as I have lost any evidence of any CV I may have previously written, what I am actually doing is writing my CV from scratch). For the most part this has been a tedious but reasonably easy process. However, the thing that I have struggled with – the thing that I have always struggled with – is my personal statement. I don't know why my brain refuses to cooperate for tasks such as this but, for some reason (about a sentence or, more often that not, half a sentence in), it gets bored and then I start writing nonsense. Here are some of my Personal Statement attempts in the past couple of days:<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"I am an experienced and passionate youth worker who is well known for creative solutions to difficult problems. In 1923 I invaded Poland. But then who didn’t."<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"I am a 25 year old schools worker who is currently staying with his friends Andy and V. Right now I am sitting on the sofa in their lounge while V makes an omelette in the kitchen. Andy is there too, talking to her. Probably something about translation or languages or translating languages. My anti-social behaviour is currently being permitted because I am supposed to be working on my CV. However, as you can see, I am not achieving a great deal. So I might join my friends in the kitchen instead."<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"My goodness I’m sexy. You should employ me...because I’m sexy."<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"My name is Glyn (diddle iddle iddle um)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And I’ve got no chin (diddle iddle iddle um)"<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"In 1983 a child was born. A child with five fingers on each hand and a mole the size of his little baby fist on his chest. 25 years later this child grew up to become a man of undeniable breeding. A man who can drive a car and likes custard. This man...is Glyn Harries...and you should hire him...here is his CV:"</span><br /></div></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-53192400813691915332008-12-11T18:00:00.005+00:002008-12-11T18:20:31.247+00:00Jeff and Peanut<div style="text-align: justify;">I have recently discovered the comedic wonders of Jeff Dunham and his trunk load of friends. I wasn't expecting to like it so much (as Verity said when I showed her this: "most ventriloquists are rubbish but this guy is actually quite good"). I felt I had to post the following clip on my blog as it spookily reminds me of the relationship I have with one <a href="http://oldenoughtoknowbetteroetkb.blogspot.com/">Mr Andrew Hill.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll leave you to guess who is who.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQm_8vX3sYU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQm_8vX3sYU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-37274572223486470332008-12-04T23:00:00.004+00:002008-12-04T23:29:55.516+00:00The hills are alive with the sound of contact sheets being dutifully filled out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/03/30/books/brockes-600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 350px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/03/30/books/brockes-600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe it's a sign of the times. Last Friday, I was invited to go and see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Sound of Music</span> with one of the high schools in Chelmsford (one of their drama teachers used to work in the West End and so was able to get really cheap front row seats). Normally this wouldn't have interested me but I was really keen to build up relationships with the drama department of this particular school so I agreed to go along and, for good measure, brought Katie along with me. I sat down (close enough to the stage to smell the tears of child actors) with a certain degree of scepticism. I wasn't expecting this to be any good at all. All cheesy and feel good and bleurgh! But then, about half way through, something hit me. As I sat and watched Maria comforting the seven Von Trapp children in her bed as they sang about their favourite things whilst forgetting the world around them, something dawned on me: This violates so many child protection guidelines.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it was then that I realised...my purpose in life...is to write a sketch entitled: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Safe and Sound of Music</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In other news (whilst I have your attention) I am repeating my advent poems from last year in <a href="http://glynwrites.blogspot.com/">my other blog</a>. They'll be exactly the same as last years but if you were a fan and would like to rediscover the genius of the Glyn Harries advent poem challenge (some reviews: "powerful", "inspiring", "inane") then please help yourself. Thank you. Goodbye.</div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-15253886669466765912008-11-20T12:18:00.006+00:002008-11-20T12:34:27.580+00:00Glyn Writes - No, seriously!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVbydRcQ2HyZQSJAKFblwfhaV2jedPgo694HnbQXkqTvB6c6b4L7jprIRVARXsCZIxjF8bxlodWsB7Spx44MwxqMLcIPgH88t0K4PtPP3Qvv_NrOXQDDL9-x6H6BRHzkF4b8/s1600-h/Writing+-+Resized2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVbydRcQ2HyZQSJAKFblwfhaV2jedPgo694HnbQXkqTvB6c6b4L7jprIRVARXsCZIxjF8bxlodWsB7Spx44MwxqMLcIPgH88t0K4PtPP3Qvv_NrOXQDDL9-x6H6BRHzkF4b8/s400/Writing+-+Resized2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270713542801217298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">As well as restarting this blog, I have decided to reawaken the sleeping ferret that is my anthology page. I am writing more and more sketches and poems for people who ask and also for my new drama cell (Kerygma). I thought I would share (also, this saves me having to email people copies of my work when they ask).<br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://glynwrites.blogspot.com/">Feel free to check it out...</a> </div><div align="justify"></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-87179468168196814572008-11-19T17:51:00.004+00:002008-11-19T18:03:29.728+00:00Hip Hip Hooray!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq68d3tomNORK7P8HtsRvG4F2d83UYQsFE5_YEbfjoSH8PU3vHZ_FlFIsBEGKOy6UgKd9pyjdf6niC1jJevIMQY5qy__Zme2PV2SYS-ccCxbTXWBC787M8xCXxsA2AUeXRXg/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq68d3tomNORK7P8HtsRvG4F2d83UYQsFE5_YEbfjoSH8PU3vHZ_FlFIsBEGKOy6UgKd9pyjdf6niC1jJevIMQY5qy__Zme2PV2SYS-ccCxbTXWBC787M8xCXxsA2AUeXRXg/s400/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270428374422041922" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">My very first blog post on my new shiny silvery macbook. It arrived last week and despite having no keyboard backlighting and being told by my father that he "prefers the white one", I'm rather happy with it. So happy, in fact, that I wrote a poem to celebrate:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Interesting fact</div><div style="text-align: center;">I own a Mac</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">t</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">book</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-29988881395599965522008-11-12T12:05:00.002+00:002008-11-12T12:31:31.732+00:00Pedantry Files<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGQfHpJhpeD8nkGfzvrtjP6DAVMitPmkm4PpT70jlMdd49bPRID8UyakY8h-TlvCRd55uXdRismwvoQVa8m6a3_3GcS2UOIAFcYXemf7Ze5MqkhbvBPFiA3u4C1KsATMQM6U/s1600-h/Pedantic+Panda.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267747661309078290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGQfHpJhpeD8nkGfzvrtjP6DAVMitPmkm4PpT70jlMdd49bPRID8UyakY8h-TlvCRd55uXdRismwvoQVa8m6a3_3GcS2UOIAFcYXemf7Ze5MqkhbvBPFiA3u4C1KsATMQM6U/s200/Pedantic+Panda.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><em>(Jon is talking to a pedantic friend)<br /></em><br /><strong>Jon:</strong> Do you realise how infuriatingly frustrating it is having you pick up on every single little minute error within every sentence I say?<br /><br /><em>(The pedant winces. Jon rolls his eyes.)<br /></em><br /><strong>Jon:</strong> What?<br /><br /><strong>Pedant:</strong> It's just that the phrase "infuriatingly frustrating" is something of a tautology. The two words mean the same thing. It's not necessary to have...<br /><br /><strong>Jon:</strong> I'm warning you!<br /><br /><strong>Pedant:</strong> And don't get me started on following the word "little" with the word "minute".<br /><br /><strong>Jon:</strong> Aaaargh!!!<br /><br /><em>(Jon batters the pedant to death with an "m" he decided not to use when he used the phrase "to who it may concern")</em></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-83392532543784604282008-11-05T18:48:00.004+00:002008-11-05T19:24:01.560+00:00One of the Greatest Days in History!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCM7AA73XPpq8aSJrVHdBXIThvGnIqVEE8lpYGYof9PiqwkHp_OtQzYUewH4IkKIwIm7mCVM4ntckB_HPWebWtgPATpbEcz2UwgEX4upFKBwQ-4cHM0Gu9TCuSRhyphenhyphenP46cViQE/s1600-h/Celebration.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265256118612347794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCM7AA73XPpq8aSJrVHdBXIThvGnIqVEE8lpYGYof9PiqwkHp_OtQzYUewH4IkKIwIm7mCVM4ntckB_HPWebWtgPATpbEcz2UwgEX4upFKBwQ-4cHM0Gu9TCuSRhyphenhyphenP46cViQE/s400/Celebration.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today (in London time that is) will likely go down as one of the turning points in history.<br /><br />Today voices and hearts from around the world were listened to.<br /><br />Today the people spoke out and achieved something that many never dared to hope for.<br /><br />Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's right...the blog is back.<br /><br />After a long break followed by a (mostly) successful challenge and a complete makeover, <em>Confessions of an Innocent Man </em>is back and sexier than ever.<br /><br />A massive thank you goes to my little brother, Daniel, who did the redesign and is continuing to get more and more impressive with every new project he undertakes.<br /><br />I deeply enjoyed blogging regularly last month and the general feedback I have received (including an amusing dose of satirical controversy) and I am looking forward to practicing and showcasing some of my writing once again for both of you - my lovely readers.<br /><br />In other, completely unrelated news, Senator Barack Obama was elected as the 44th president of the United States this morning (in London time that is). I was up for most of last night trying to keep up with it all. I know it's not my country but I can't help but look forward to the next four years with great interest.<br /><br />Something that <em>did</em> stand out from last night's/this morning's election, however, were two incredible speeches:<br /><br /><a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=BE5xPEIBR4w">This concession speech</a> from John McCain is one of the finest examples of humility, grace and optimism in the face of defeat I have ever seen.<br /><br />And of course <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FrXkBuWNx88">Obama's victory speech</a> was always going to be good.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'd encourage you to check them out. Man. I haven't felt this proud to be an American since I first watched <em>West Wing</em>.</div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-55781329224534453212008-10-16T23:18:00.002+01:002008-10-17T00:18:46.550+01:00Blog Under Construction!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkpqU4eFrzYGyTxXy5WZXZ4GWFKBS83wCYenzmhlDQeA4akGKGRbJ9MJ9xtlaoPp41_Cbok52Jw4Q13YXFvgXBQAFZwV3AyUfcVBuuyNJcP4leWg-uuTXUQdxgVy-xnpCaf4/s1600-h/Construction.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257894395216536466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkpqU4eFrzYGyTxXy5WZXZ4GWFKBS83wCYenzmhlDQeA4akGKGRbJ9MJ9xtlaoPp41_Cbok52Jw4Q13YXFvgXBQAFZwV3AyUfcVBuuyNJcP4leWg-uuTXUQdxgVy-xnpCaf4/s400/Construction.jpg" border="0" /></a> Please be patient whilst this blog is updated and made awesome.<br /><br />Thank you!<br /></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-39937838790923783242008-10-14T22:58:00.006+01:002008-10-14T23:12:10.622+01:00The Student Project!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionJ8Ya8L7o-mJXlUJTxFuFtgoRgDkZIpKx_YNb6499tVkualqpXideT02-jBl5ZR8muekJubbfSoNRtjpTIh3fH-sNdKI2enMSwaIWSCFMdA756-92e07E7LwFW1BWx9IHak/s1600-h/Student+Project.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257132467824102466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionJ8Ya8L7o-mJXlUJTxFuFtgoRgDkZIpKx_YNb6499tVkualqpXideT02-jBl5ZR8muekJubbfSoNRtjpTIh3fH-sNdKI2enMSwaIWSCFMdA756-92e07E7LwFW1BWx9IHak/s400/Student+Project.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now that he's bothered to actually do something with it, I would like to recommend to you my little brother's blog. Daniel has been in Bristol for almost a month now studying illustration. As well as being an all round nice chappy he is exceptionally talented in the area of art and drawing. I am a big fan of his work as I'm sure you will be too once you've seen some of it:<br /><br />Check it out.....<a href="http://www.thestudentproject.blogspot.com/">here!</a> </div><div align="justify"><br />Daniel has also promised, as a reminder to those of you who have been reading this blog for the past month, to update this very blog and make it look much cooler than it currently does.<br /><br />How much longer have we got on that?<br /><br />Oh yes.<br /><br /><em>3 days to go!</em> </div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-51172815741847766092008-10-13T19:32:00.010+01:002008-10-13T21:16:59.087+01:00Long Leg Watch!!<div align="justify">Further to my post on the 28th September 2008 in which I celebrated the end of the daddy long leg season, it seems I was somewhat wrong. Two weeks later and these little blighters have infested my flat.<br /><br />I found these two skulking around in the bathroom:</div><div align="justify"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2dGOruxa-yFgqikrGScnTTwUdrudrBbhJh2iQK4ND_60Fsp8wqVKMndZRMiYXP2N7pETX6TX5fByqomfBPX5LwgchjJZzpz3zUrX06TmVbFEp4AUPGKq9_BCm-jo5mk2dOQ/s1600-h/DSCF0315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256711105308639298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2dGOruxa-yFgqikrGScnTTwUdrudrBbhJh2iQK4ND_60Fsp8wqVKMndZRMiYXP2N7pETX6TX5fByqomfBPX5LwgchjJZzpz3zUrX06TmVbFEp4AUPGKq9_BCm-jo5mk2dOQ/s400/DSCF0315.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hyuSsC3kqK5hcq-PwuHw1u3aS_5XRcW_6qDzenp9GmsVaOgbyi3n_H1P9zFQR0AHonkZw2vNPXz3IYydNw89m9zBC9SBOeAJBOERlveLK-spHLzDbPLwIcNYmfkgzgGi1Zo/s1600-h/DSCF0316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710596931971970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hyuSsC3kqK5hcq-PwuHw1u3aS_5XRcW_6qDzenp9GmsVaOgbyi3n_H1P9zFQR0AHonkZw2vNPXz3IYydNw89m9zBC9SBOeAJBOERlveLK-spHLzDbPLwIcNYmfkgzgGi1Zo/s400/DSCF0316.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These two were hanging round the kitchen:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xOnyA0CqIfx4EDjLvONlcCN4INDfYaLDyyzvBXdY4d7JIJw89CB-rvIPCjmc72zRRb4ornPBjeTGoclMfEM57672SAPyojG0fKPUPFLOT87u7PiCQ0gBV-DADUGlpG0_-mc/s1600-h/DSCF0317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710328824795266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xOnyA0CqIfx4EDjLvONlcCN4INDfYaLDyyzvBXdY4d7JIJw89CB-rvIPCjmc72zRRb4ornPBjeTGoclMfEM57672SAPyojG0fKPUPFLOT87u7PiCQ0gBV-DADUGlpG0_-mc/s400/DSCF0317.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeiPldWGmAyoIbWZstevjTom6unOkrK4M-izv5DBCj_0mhFIdXLG8AcKoVg0M9pv721KIV7-PZ0phmMwHXgQZJCD1mdyELjd35RECSBmIilK-k3LXUfGhnW03OW-xxTEiwjw/s1600-h/DSCF0318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710001624770018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeiPldWGmAyoIbWZstevjTom6unOkrK4M-izv5DBCj_0mhFIdXLG8AcKoVg0M9pv721KIV7-PZ0phmMwHXgQZJCD1mdyELjd35RECSBmIilK-k3LXUfGhnW03OW-xxTEiwjw/s400/DSCF0318.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This one was lurking in the hall:<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_VJeVboiDV1AzuFvNmPDMMmEU3PdswC-JTLnPhRfxGEZNHLuRMQb3ym6XMUFJsenBtC7MnIRteHr7I2ELgg8VTjixJ0KNm5VKoiRO-3zcXb-wJBjKSDOu0a5iRd4J77eppbw/s1600-h/DSCF0319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256709761049396482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_VJeVboiDV1AzuFvNmPDMMmEU3PdswC-JTLnPhRfxGEZNHLuRMQb3ym6XMUFJsenBtC7MnIRteHr7I2ELgg8VTjixJ0KNm5VKoiRO-3zcXb-wJBjKSDOu0a5iRd4J77eppbw/s400/DSCF0319.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And this one was camped out just above the board games in the lounge:<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLCGMyPBMP4qKH96fOJEK54iqJu95P91xpUv2IdT-gPzWv0ywmIuhFB6FQ9RoikngEK1AaXQ7SvWGTpUR8JLk23xrUPoLIQRqISzcbLqSpOlv0RzG7A5UCpXLuVs4lUkGstE/s1600-h/DSCF0320.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256709437031054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLCGMyPBMP4qKH96fOJEK54iqJu95P91xpUv2IdT-gPzWv0ywmIuhFB6FQ9RoikngEK1AaXQ7SvWGTpUR8JLk23xrUPoLIQRqISzcbLqSpOlv0RzG7A5UCpXLuVs4lUkGstE/s400/DSCF0320.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I hate 'em. IhateemIhateemIhateemIhateem I HATE 'EM!!<br /><br />I'm considering hiring some primary schools boys to come round for an afternoon and pull their legs off.<br /><br /><em>4 days to go!</em></div></div></div></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-30532790603220675502008-10-12T23:57:00.005+01:002008-10-13T12:11:40.316+01:00Best Best Man Ever!<div align="justify">This is the best moment of any wedding ever in the history of mankind:<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><object height="330" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAyC05g0tMA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAyC05g0tMA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"></embed></object></div><div align="justify"><br />That best man is, without a shadow of a doubt, my new hero.<br /><br />Apologies for the excessive misuse of the Lord's name and single moment of bad language.<br /><br /><em>5 days to go!</em></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-84217291703845950152008-10-11T16:47:00.005+01:002008-10-11T16:54:24.169+01:00Blond(e?)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvrDaHHmqaC0a45WJAOr-4Cps783DREuLVeHqCklnrno2RYESyMWcu_UYpAKA_DnjOxtijO9WlkMWA1jPGQalAkIPIZnfUxP_rW3BBL85bjjZ9crHHnJWDKk60Y5f9cFwmh8/s1600-h/Blonde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255923546820950818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="207" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvrDaHHmqaC0a45WJAOr-4Cps783DREuLVeHqCklnrno2RYESyMWcu_UYpAKA_DnjOxtijO9WlkMWA1jPGQalAkIPIZnfUxP_rW3BBL85bjjZ9crHHnJWDKk60Y5f9cFwmh8/s200/Blonde.jpg" width="194" border="0" /></a>I can never remember if the word blonde is spelt with or without an 'e'. So to help me remember I just think "oh it's like 70's punk band Blondie but without the 'i'".<br /><br />But whenever I have to put this into practice I'm like "is it 70's punk band Blondie without the 'i' or without the 'ie'?"<br /><em><br />6 days to go!</em>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-73214596169537069692008-10-10T15:53:00.002+01:002008-10-10T15:56:04.372+01:00Friday Challenge.<div align="justify">I found this picture on the internet today and when I saw what it was hiding thought it was really clever so I thought I would share it with you all (hi Mum) as a public challenge. Can you see the hidden image?</div><br /><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255538842779609714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgrRs2i1b6RxUboRX-16spcE43mynKlHqKy1s5WDHpAe8wpEY3LsYbxMbmHsFaVQvYh3yxFs6-0ejkCwBwfzC_su8on4M-D_1wfmSJYorhdFdgyL0kCN_Z91HQx4GUiEDb04/s400/Clever+Baby+Edit.png" border="0" /></div><br /><p>I couldn't for ages but once I could it's now all I can see.</p><p>If you want a hint then check the comments below.</p><p><em>7 days to go!</em></p>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-27206570185657660902008-10-09T19:46:00.004+01:002008-10-09T20:28:55.860+01:00A War Cry for Procrastinators!They can take away our internet access.<br /><br />They can take away our email.<br /><br />They can take away our games.<br /><br />They can take away our solitaire and our pinball and our minesweeper.<br /><br />They can take away our photoshop.<br /><br />They can take away our DVD drives.<br /><br />They can take away everything that distracts us from work.<br /><br />But as long as I have some pictures on my hard drive and any kind of basic photo editing software I can still waste time creating...SCARY BLURRY FACED WOMAN!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCedPdt_RXRfljDoqy7rFpUF3fvUqvGDEh9TJL7jyxeND5hTjytFR57zLSJ26CL4Hbj7D0oT34vC2kcDVJgS7JlmKt1kSgyI2av3ojo5T7xEix0s2aeem3BTLKEPLhXiyo8k/s1600-h/Scary+Blurry+Faced+Woman.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255227741285404706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCedPdt_RXRfljDoqy7rFpUF3fvUqvGDEh9TJL7jyxeND5hTjytFR57zLSJ26CL4Hbj7D0oT34vC2kcDVJgS7JlmKt1kSgyI2av3ojo5T7xEix0s2aeem3BTLKEPLhXiyo8k/s400/Scary+Blurry+Faced+Woman.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>8 days to go!</em></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-442159962823524052008-10-08T16:10:00.005+01:002008-10-09T11:31:56.214+01:00Islianity!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBKuPQBsh7MEFUj8_aXJEZ-sxjHJvGKYqpSsXdloL5X7c46tw1lmQUmpcCUrCvqbzrIXVk2AOORBnnan8VmUFJnjWWB0cDL6QBj7gRf4eNmdFFajJ2NFaAYqwcAEYbsM56Kw/s1600-h/Islianity.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254805060233145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBKuPQBsh7MEFUj8_aXJEZ-sxjHJvGKYqpSsXdloL5X7c46tw1lmQUmpcCUrCvqbzrIXVk2AOORBnnan8VmUFJnjWWB0cDL6QBj7gRf4eNmdFFajJ2NFaAYqwcAEYbsM56Kw/s400/Islianity.png" border="0" /></a>Today I met Nikhat. She is a trainee teacher working at one of the schools I teach at. She is also a Muslim. This afternoon Nikhat observed my year 8 lesson on "Who is Jesus?" I was a little bit nervous about this as I wasn't entirely sure what Jesus looked like in Islam and I didn't know how she would respond. Afterwards she approached me and was incredibly encouraging. She said that I had engaged the kids on a spiritual level and she seemed really supportive of everything I was trying to do - both as a teacher and as a Christian. Of course she wanted to challenge my views of an incarnational God but, hey, who doesn't right?<br /><br />What's more, in my sad pedestrianised state, she offered me a lift back home and so we shared a car journey and what turned out to be one of the most enlightening faith-based conversations I have had in a long time.<br /><br />Now I have always tried to resist the temptation of getting caught up in and sold out on the media's representation of certain groups and individuals (be it a certain celebrity or an entire faith or ethnic group) but I have to admit to being somewhat surprised that Nikhat wasn't a little bit more, um, how shall I say, aggressive. She didn't seem to have any interest in converting me. In fact, I felt more affirmed in my faith as a Christian after talking to her than I have after most conversations with other Christians. She belongs to a big inter-faith group in Chelmsford and believes that in a world that desperately needs God, why are different faiths so focussed on our differences? Why aren't we working closer together to help develop the spiritual understanding of ourselves, each other and those around us?<br /><br />And so we spent a good 20/30 minutes talking about what we seperately believe and the differences in our theology but also what we both whole-heartedly subscribe to. I found it fascinating to hear about the various prophets of Islam and she would laugh and smile with joy as I quoted verses from the bible that seemed to sync up so perfectly with certain messages in the Qu'ran. It was incredible. And as I sit here now reflecting on the day and writing this I can't help but feel that I have been a little bit changed by the experience. Do I feel that my theology or my faith has been challenged. Yes but positively. Have I been converted to a more Islamic way of thinking. Not at all. But then that wasn't the point. The point is, when I got out of the car and returned home this afternoon I realised that I wanted to be a Christian like Nikhat is a Muslim. And that maybe, just maybe, God is big enough to listen to both our prayers.<br /><br /><em>9 days to go!</em></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-14511890795209419932008-10-07T23:45:00.003+01:002008-10-08T00:27:13.152+01:00Clover-what?!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_mMjH5svVx3EMAjn55uJZKlh7zqdeT4OhKkg6HX9vLesgRSz6nKl6xvcsRkCO2kPU64MQgYh4_8ToE93EpND1cRE5OJPJAUBMNzi_Fyy5ne-3U8Wl1-I_tRwdJEXTbvdIwQ/s1600-h/Cloverfield.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254550752498647810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_mMjH5svVx3EMAjn55uJZKlh7zqdeT4OhKkg6HX9vLesgRSz6nKl6xvcsRkCO2kPU64MQgYh4_8ToE93EpND1cRE5OJPJAUBMNzi_Fyy5ne-3U8Wl1-I_tRwdJEXTbvdIwQ/s400/Cloverfield.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Katie and I each made a list of five films we wanted to introduce the other to:<br /></div><strong><u><div align="right"><br />My list of films to introduce Katie to:</u></strong></div><div align="right">Life is Beautiful</div><div align="right">Once</div><div align="right">Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</div><div align="right">Shawshank Redemption</div><div align="right">Kiss Kiss Bang Bang<br /></div><strong><u><div align="left"><br />Katie's list of films to introduce me to:</u></strong></div><div>The Notebook</div><div>P.S. I Love You</div><div>Saw</div><div>Prime</div><div align="justify">Cloverfield<br /><br />Tonight we watched Cloverfield. Now I understand the appeal of certain cult films which will give away little snippets of information to the priveleged few who pay regular monthly payments to that particular film's offical fansite and so have a far more learned understanding of the background to the underlying concepts surrounding said film. You know the types: "Oh yes well if you look very closely in the second chapter Detective Marconblad passes a man on the street who is wearing a blue tshirt with a yellow and red penguin symbol on the chest. The very same symbol that the Neptune Corporation used when they first released the Goden Virus into the monkey enclosure four years before the movie is set. Ooooh YAAAAAARRRSSS!!!" This is all well and good but I would still expect that film to let me know what the heck is going on by the time I get to the end of it. Any film that requires a masters in background study just so I can begin to get a grasp of the plot is simply too much like hard work to be entertaining. Cloverfield (much like it's televisual cousin, <em>Lost</em>) tells you NOTHING!!! However, if you spend the next hour or 3 accessing the appropriate websites and YouTube videos then you're allowed a glimpse into what was actually going on.<br /><br />For those who are interested, it is actually a satellite dish falling into the sea which causes the monster to awaken. I would call this a spoiler except it's not revealed at any point during the film. Whew! But seriously, it's a good film. You should check it out.<br /><br /><em>10 days to go!</em></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-62823516315369918412008-10-06T23:59:00.005+01:002008-10-07T01:33:46.199+01:00The Exciting Schedule of Glyn Harries<strong>8:00</strong> Woken up by alarm - snooze button<br /><br /><strong>8:06</strong> Woken up by alarm - snooze button<br /><br /><strong>8:12</strong> Woken up by alarm - turn snooze off so that I won't be tempted to go back to sleep<br /><br /><strong>8:30</strong> Woken up by Libby who is outside flat to pick me up for lesson<br /><br /><strong>8:37</strong> Get in Libby's car (fairly certain I was quick enough for her to not think she woke me up)<br /><br /><strong>8:45</strong> Arrive at Boswells school<br /><br /><strong>9:00</strong> Due to start Creation and Evolution lesson<br /><br /><strong>9:10</strong> Start Creation and Evolution lesson<br /><br /><strong>10:00</strong> Realise that the clock in the classroom is 10 minutes slow - end lesson abrubtly<br /><br /><strong>10:20</strong> Arrive back at office and realise that Libby must have spent most of the weekend cleaning and tidying it<br /><br /><strong>10:21</strong> Libby tries to convince me that she was only in the office till 18:00 Friday evening<br /><br /><strong>10:24</strong> Realise that Libby must have spent most of the weekend hiding all my stuff<br /><br /><strong>10:27</strong> Lynsey tells me about finance deal with Citroen C1s.<br /><br /><strong>10:30</strong> Tweak Creation and Evolution lesson<br /><br /><strong>10:55</strong> Leave office for second Creation and Evolution lesson<br /><br /><strong>11:10</strong> Arrive at Boswells and set up for lesson<br /><br /><strong>11:20</strong> Deliver 2nd Creation and Evolution lesson<br /><br /><strong>12:40</strong> Back at office<br /><br /><strong>12:50</strong> Go for lunch at Gregs (as in we bought it at Gregs and brought it back to the office...we didn't sit down in Gregs...they have no seats).<br /><br /><strong>13:34</strong> Admit to Libby that I was in bed when she arrived at my flat<br /><br /><strong>13:34</strong> Libby tells me she was well aware of the fact that I was in bed when she arrived at my flat.<br /><br /><strong>13:42</strong> Decide I've now gone long enough without car. Follow Lynsey's advice and phone Citroen dealers. Book appointment<br /><br /><strong>13:48</strong> Start to go through "Who is Jesus?" lesson for tomorrow<br /><br /><strong>13:49</strong> Check blog<br /><br /><strong>13:59</strong> Continue going through "Who is Jesus?" lesson for tomorrow<br /><br /><strong>14:00</strong> Check facebook<br /><br /><strong>14:33</strong> Continue going through "Who is Jesus?" lesson for tomorrow<br /><br /><strong>14:34</strong> Play with frisbee in office<br /><br /><strong>14:38</strong> Libby and Jo become distracted and annoyed with my frisbee playing<br /><br /><strong>14:39</strong> Attempt to limit frisbee playing to the area around my desk<br /><br /><strong>14:45</strong> Continue going through "Who is Jesus?" lesson for tomorrow<br /><br /><strong>14:46</strong> Get Jo to give me a lift to the Citroen dealer<br /><br /><strong>15:01</strong> Test drive a Citroen C1<br /><br /><strong>15:12</strong> Wish I knew how long you're supposed to stay out during a test drive<br /><br /><strong>15:27</strong> Order a Citroen C1<br /><br /><strong>15:36</strong> Walk and bus home.<br /><br /><strong>16:29</strong> Phone Daniel for a catch up. Left with a feeling of pride and excitement.<br /><br /><strong>17:30</strong> Arrive home<br /><br /><strong>17:32</strong> Change into squash clothes<br /><br /><strong>17:43</strong> Graeme picks me up for squash game<br /><br /><strong>18:02</strong> Arrive at squash courts 20 minutes late (both Graeme and I slightly relieved at not having to go a whole 40 minutes).<br /><br /><strong>18:24</strong> Leave squash courts having been thoroughly beaten.<br /><br /><strong>18:33</strong> Arrive back at home<br /><br /><strong>18:36</strong> Make myself fried sausage and egg sandwich whilst I contemplate how good all this squash playing is for my health.<br /><br /><strong>19:00</strong> Shower<br /><br /><strong>19:30</strong> Katie picks me up for Straight Ahead<br /><br /><strong>20:00</strong> Straight Ahead<br /><br /><strong>22:14</strong> Katie drives me back from Straight Ahead<br /><br /><strong>23:33</strong> Arrive back home<br /><br /><strong>23:59</strong> Update blogGlyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-30720892539397723472008-10-05T20:49:00.003+01:002008-10-05T23:59:20.599+01:00Getting Punched in Slow Motion.<div align="justify">Two things strike me when watching this video:<br /><br />1) How weird things look when you slow them right down.<br /><br />2) Who, for the love of all things good, would sign up to this?!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><object width="400" height="330"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3NeOBDkFgQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3NeOBDkFgQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"></embed></object></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-85029201660062201082008-10-04T23:58:00.004+01:002008-10-05T02:09:56.921+01:00Action Blogging!!!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMD2QVCdbsp42LpyGFLN6kJqIxjApS07inelBStUtt3jFASxe6zNgKzfjsevV1fLJA6EH6XTeS8-fTiufW9cmJYiOyxZ4_GJRSOfG7kyfq4PIuEbpuiz0SfqV4uZfKfTqMPK0/s1600-h/Skateboard+Blogging.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253467133857231186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMD2QVCdbsp42LpyGFLN6kJqIxjApS07inelBStUtt3jFASxe6zNgKzfjsevV1fLJA6EH6XTeS8-fTiufW9cmJYiOyxZ4_GJRSOfG7kyfq4PIuEbpuiz0SfqV4uZfKfTqMPK0/s400/Skateboard+Blogging.png" border="0" /></a>As much as I've enjoyed my return to blogging, having to post everyday for a month has proven to be quite tiresome. I will usually get to the end of the day and realise that I still have to blog, think of something worth blogging about and then publish it onto the good ol' interwebnet.<br /><br />This has often left me with seconds to spare (today being no exception). It's almost as if regular blogging has lost it's edge so I have decided to take up X-treme Blogging. It's like posting normally except you do it in a mad panic and really late at night (you know, when it's dark and there are ninjas about).<br /><br />I'm hoping to return to leisurely blogging this week and have a few posts a little bit further away from midnight but I can make no guarantees.<br /><br /><em>P.S. The above image took longer to put together than I would care to admit.</em></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-54532111714559628462008-10-03T23:50:00.002+01:002008-10-04T01:04:12.190+01:00Red RibbonsRed ribbons<br />Dripping, smudging, growing, oozing,<br />Relieving, distracting, consuming, amuzing.<br />Justification in little drops<br />Something to hide while the ribbon clots<br />A back up plan for when the laughter stops<br />And something worth crying about.<br /><br />Red ribbons<br />In threes, in ones, in lines, in curves,<br />In crosses, in statements, in patterns, in words.<br />Further proof that no-one knows<br />A desperation that never shows<br />As water drains, the ribbon flows<br />Accompanied by a silent shout.Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-44145392626533863732008-10-02T23:45:00.003+01:002008-10-02T23:56:41.843+01:00Abstinence Shmabstinence<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXhl800n2agblKKu5iy7rQGCqYxq66yQt4sNtPE6iYtXgM2GP6ai6hITMNfkDXeRbuvQEmicjUP9WxH6Qp6-0dc19TpsFGMFl-SDGKtk0f9P80mgcW4UxKBTborkVkSpL-wM/s1600-h/DSCF0305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252691869583061890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXhl800n2agblKKu5iy7rQGCqYxq66yQt4sNtPE6iYtXgM2GP6ai6hITMNfkDXeRbuvQEmicjUP9WxH6Qp6-0dc19TpsFGMFl-SDGKtk0f9P80mgcW4UxKBTborkVkSpL-wM/s400/DSCF0305.JPG" border="0" /></a>Like any good Salvationist I have promised to abstain from all forms of alcohol. Therefore, I occasionally like to pour myself a tiny bit of coke in a large glass, add a couple of ice cubes and pretend I'm drinking Jack Daniels. <p align="justify">Does anyone else do this?</p><p align="justify"><em>P.S. By anyone else I, of course, mean anyone else over the age of 10.</em></p><p align="justify"><em>P.P.S. Yes I'm 25.</em></p><p align="justify"><em>P.P.P.S. Yes I'm responsible for the spiritual development of young people</em></p><p align="justify"><em>P.P.P.P.S. ...</em></p><p align="justify"><em>P.P.P.P.P.S. What?!</em></p></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-15444429624729799762008-10-01T23:31:00.004+01:002008-10-01T23:59:19.594+01:00A Drama Cell by Any Other Name...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaeFYGDr91lUv5O19kuFPqgLkPFnOZYbq5GLXZI8QPTSeUczcxbUguP84bz4QKywOwTFcRvo7VP4yf5ThyphenhyphenYV-KWEIvu3wX9Qy7AzB12YAvT7kcudsrqatMrZfLxMDZ6LCYOk/s1600-h/DSCF0288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318652413918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaeFYGDr91lUv5O19kuFPqgLkPFnOZYbq5GLXZI8QPTSeUczcxbUguP84bz4QKywOwTFcRvo7VP4yf5ThyphenhyphenYV-KWEIvu3wX9Qy7AzB12YAvT7kcudsrqatMrZfLxMDZ6LCYOk/s400/DSCF0288.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0z4q5DcYhHtjsz4PY2rPVxTbGgNdn2HdoQZkPyTwwcptLUXMs8aAIcOAmNugI5U4NeEGZu9CSnptJjptda5RuzaUyzdbc4yaxdiR9WAey477p5lOHAYWzXHCFWO35p_uUR_Q/s1600-h/DSCF0302.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318363464589714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0z4q5DcYhHtjsz4PY2rPVxTbGgNdn2HdoQZkPyTwwcptLUXMs8aAIcOAmNugI5U4NeEGZu9CSnptJjptda5RuzaUyzdbc4yaxdiR9WAey477p5lOHAYWzXHCFWO35p_uUR_Q/s400/DSCF0302.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Dk7NTYSWBNhAa4_8rOMEoOCbovvZa1PjYnwnHU3vk4aRN1kKTukKfYNy6D1ho2q8gjoCD8vIwrDowarLSiDKLfNrEzc1T4JHEKYpIF4vEx7mJc8xIYC5QXvkg1UNhIZP3lw/s1600-h/DSCF0290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318138540791394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Dk7NTYSWBNhAa4_8rOMEoOCbovvZa1PjYnwnHU3vk4aRN1kKTukKfYNy6D1ho2q8gjoCD8vIwrDowarLSiDKLfNrEzc1T4JHEKYpIF4vEx7mJc8xIYC5QXvkg1UNhIZP3lw/s400/DSCF0290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />These are the first pictures of our exciting new Drama Cell Group. Tom, Catherine and I have been meeting since April and on Sunday we will be performing out to the general public for the first time. We have four dates set for the Area Praise meetings this month (5th - Letchworth; 12th - Southend; 19th - Colchester & 26th - Ilford) and then after that we're heading to Birmingham for the Territorial Congress on the 2nd November. It's exciting times and I'm confident that we will be received really well (Tom and Catherine are amazing). Hopefully more interest and more bookings will follow.<br /><br />However, we seem to be incapable of coming up with a decent name for ourselves. We have thrown a few about but nothing seems to stick (since I was 15 I've wanted to start up a Christian based theatre company called <em>Lightwise</em> - this was laughed out of the room. A 10 year old dream dashed in seconds). I've been scouting round but I'm struggling to find anything that is both appropriate and catchy. I was rather hoping to find a really cool Greek word that meant honest interpretation (I quite like the idea of having a name which means honest interpretation - I feel that's what we're about) but alas Google has not provided me with the answers I have so desperately craved. So the search goes on. I'm a big believer in the product making the name rather than the name making the product but I'm also keen to find something that just works and feels right for all four of us (Kirsty helps out as well). Anyone with any ideas?<br /><br /><em>P.S. Bonus points for anyone who can guess which of the above photos is staged.</em></div><div></div></div>Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25893963.post-11557280136878778622008-10-01T00:01:00.001+01:002008-10-01T00:52:14.231+01:00For today's post, please click on "comments" below.Glyn Harrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774778167027700588noreply@blogger.com7