Leather Pumps Clearly Equals No Metal...Or So You would Think

I have just come back (well on Saturday) from my summer holiday in Majorca and felt the need to blog about the journey home.

It started OK, the coach picked us up at 7.20, everybody was ready we all got on, went and picked up more people from different hotels and then started on our journey to the airport. We were going along the motorway (which is really odd because people overtake on the inside, its weird) when suddenly we pull over onto the hard shoulder and we stop. There is smoke pouring out of the engine and so we have broken down. We are 5 minutes from the airport and on a very scary motorway with a coach full of people and luggage. The Rep rings the coach people and asks for another bus and they send an 8 seater minibus, this was not very funny. Checkout was open, we were five minutes from an airport with a broken down coach full of people and they send an 8 seater minibus. The Rep sent the bus away rang and asked for a coach, (she stressed the word coach) and we sat and weighted, no air con, boiling hot and stressy, angry Brits!! Another coach came and then we had to get on it, trying our best not to get run over by scary fast moving Spanish people. We all get on, our luggage gets on and we are on our way and arrive safely at the airport.

Checkout. For those of you have never been to Majorca or Spain, they are not the quickest of people (no offense to anybody) so we join the long queue to check in, bearing in mind we are late. It is now 8.45, plane leaves at 10.25, boarding starts at 9.40 and we are at the back of a very slow moving queue. Anyway it gets to 9.15 and we are still not checked in when an announcement comes over the speaker to say we need to move to the last minute checkout desk. We move along with many others (most of whom were on our coach) and queue again. Two groups of people had gone through and the machine that prints out the boarding cards breaks. Great. It is now 9.25. Slowly starting to panic about being stranded in Palma airport. Eventually however we get checked in when they open up another desk for us and we then go and join the queue for security.

The security queue was moving a lot quicker thankfully (I don't think they are that bothered compared to the English) finally its our turn to pick up a plastic tray to put my watch in and put the bags through etc. I go through those metal beepy things, which I hate, and I beep. Great. Then came the stressful bit (it is now 9.35) the guy told me to take my shoes off. I was wearing white, leather , flat, pumps. There is no possible way there was metal on them and no way inside them, THEY WERE LEATHER PUMPS. Anyway I take my shoes off and put them on the conveyor belt to be x-rayed but it has stopped moving. Why? My stuff is at the end clogging it up but I couldn't move it because apparently leather pumps contain metal. Anyway it starts moving and I go through the beeper thing again and I still beep. I then realise my knee support contains metal but apparently that does not matter they let me go, reassuring huh!!

It is now 9.40 and we check the screens and have been delayed by 5 minutes so boarding is now not until 9.49 so we go and have a wander round the shop to try and find something for the plane. I find some Milka chocolate (love Milks chocolate) and queue up. The checkout guy is the slowest man on the planet, if he went any slower he would not be moving. I am now very stressed and getting more an more impatient with the stupid man who takes forever to do anything. Eventually the man in front of me is being served and then they announce our plane is boarding, well I'm not leaving it now, they can wait a min.It took another 10 minutes for me to get out of the shop!!

We then start to run to the gate as its 10.00 but I need the loo. Go to the loo on the way and guess what surprise surprise there's a queue and the women in there are taking 10 minutes to go to the toilet, seriously what are you doing in there. I am now very stressed and very impatient. Eventually get out of there and run to the gate and make it, thank goodness.

That is where the drama ended and we made our plane and got there safely but it was one nightmare journey up to then. Just had to blog the fact that THERE IS NO METAL ON LEATHER PUMPS AND NOWHERE TO PUT METAL OR ANYTHING ELSE ANYWAY!!

Singing With The Angels

This will be a short blog but after the song the songsters sang in the morning yesterday I thought it was really cool. They sang 'He Loves Me So' and in the final verse and chorus it says 'I'll sing among the angels, because he loves me so'. I just found that really cool that one day I will be singing amongst the angels, regardless of my singing ability. Just thought it was really cool.

Foam Fingers and Being Mentioned on the Telly

Sarah returned yesterday and we had some sister time (it doesn't happen very often, I give it a week before we are sick of the sight of each other!), I bought some chocolate and we settled down to watch the TV.

It started with Gladiators. Do you people remember Gladiators, with John Fashnu and Ulrika Johnson, that's right I found it on Free view, it was amazing. If you remember correctly in Gladiators at various times, foam fingers were needed to do 'Another one bites the dust' (you know your singing and dancing now!) well Nick bought Sarah a foam finger at Roots so out came the finger and she cheered and danced with it (If someone could tell Matt White that his foam fingers are used for many things we would appreciate it!!). It was the best hour, we laughed, cheered and I reminisced about how Sarah used to cry when people were mean to Wolf (Gladiator).

Then came Big Brother. I know many people do not like this show, me, I love it. We opened the chocolate and had our Big Brother party and then Davina, yes the amazing person who is Davina mentioned us on television. OK in fairness she did not mention us by name but she did say hello to those who were having Big Brother parties and that was us so we were mentioned on TV!! More about Big Brother to come no doubt (until someone wants to employ me, I get to watch it 24 hours a day!!)

Anyway last night was loads of fun, lots of laughs, and if anyone was under the impression me and Sarah were quiet people last night would have proved you completely wrong!

I've Been Tagged

Thanks Kirsty for the Tag!!

My Tag - 'Competitive environments, in which the agents' goals are in conflict, give rise to adversial search problems - often known as games'

Stuart Russell and Peter Norvig, 'Artificial Intelligence: A Modern Approach Second Edition'

(For anyone who is confused, Iam currently at Dale's in Southampton and he is revising for exams, I have no idea what this sentence means!!)

Here's is what this is about - the rules:

Grab the book closest to you

Turn to page 161
Print the 5th complete sentence on your blog

Tag 5 others.

The people I tag are (apologies if you have ben tagged before but there are not many people left!!): Andy, Ann, Jude, Richard, Sarah

A Different Way of Doing an Open Air!!!

I just had to blog this as I think it is genius and it always makes me smile. In Southampton town center there is a man who sells hot dogs. Nothing unusual I hear you thinking but this man is a genius. He sells hot dogs and plays Christian worship music. No lie. I have walked through the town and been like 'Oh that song is really familiar' and then when I have figured out why it is so familiar I am astounded. The great thing is though this guy always has customers. He is sharing the gospel through hot dogs even if it is subtly. Talk about open air witnessing and this man does it for a living!!!

It's All Over

It is official, I have finished uni. The last essay was handed in yesterday (it was a very stressful morning) and now all I am doing is waiting for the marks, the nervous bit.

After the stressful morning I met a friend for lunch and we took to reminiscing about our time together and all that we had been through. The most popular memory by far was the day of 'The Flood', one of the longest and most horrendous days of my life although out of it came a fantastic friendship and we are now able to laugh about it.

With it now being the end it has stirred up some weird feelings, I am ready to face the world and earn some money (if anybody wants to employ me!!) but it is so sad to be leaving. The three years have been long, tiring, full of ups and downs and tremendous amounts of tears but through it all I have grown as a person, changed before people's eyes (my tutor used to think I was a 'shy, retiring flower', he has now changed his mind!!) and most importantly achieved my dream of obtaining a degree (obviously depending on results, but it's looking promising). So at the end of my time, it is only fitting to say a big thank you to all those who have helped me through, some of who read this and most of whom don't but a big thank you anyway. Let's hope you are all there as I enter the big wide world.

Blogs are Evangelistic

Another justification that blogs are definitely worth the time, they can be used as part of evangelism. Let me explain. I was in my university library on Thursday with a friend trying to sort out our group presentation and you know what it's like, you get bored and start looking at stuff on the Internet. Anyway logged onto my blog and started checking everybody else's as you do and when I clicked onto someones blog it was about Roots. As I was reading I was trying to answer my friends questions regarding our presentation and she then looked at what I was reading. Then the question was asked. What is Roots. There was my opening. After three years of knowing this girl I was given an ideal opportunity to share what it was all about, what the Salvation Army was about and what my faith was all about, all because of a blog.

So there we have it, blogs can spread the word of God to non believers.