I’d much rather be in Bradford

Hiya.  Just came across this (a rugby league player’s response to being in Australia) and it touched me off somehow – kind of reminding me of what it’s like to be a Brit abroad etc.  Anyway, just thought I’d paste it in …


It’s not all it’s made out to be. All the Aussies come over and say how good it is, but I’d much rather be back in Bradford.

I’d rather be on Blackpool beach than Bondi beach. They can keep the country to themselves.

Leon Pryce

I’d be tempted to come and play here because it’s the best competition, but I think we have seen a different side to the way people are. I’m happy with my life back home, I’ve nothing to prove down here.

I don’t think they have much respect for us at all, as people as well as players. I don’t think they really like the English.

I never really understood it till we got down here. We don’t really care, but they don’t seem to be keen on us.

They keep going on about Pommies this and Pommies that, but we just get on with it.

We’re not really bothered. We’re not really fazed by what they say. If you get into that child’s play, that’s what they really enjoy.

no, not an administrator

You Are Impressionism
You think the world is quite beautiful, especially if you look at it in new and interesting ways.
You tend to focus on colour and movement in art.
For you, seeing the big picture is much more important than recording every little detail.
You can find inspiration anywhere… especially from nature.

the best laid plans of mice & David

So far today I think I’ve applied for 5 jobs, and there was another 4 yesterday too (not including writing to recruitment agencies, calling people, & stuff related to inter-faith/inter-cultural work), but I don’t expect anything to come from any of them.

It’s just like that at the moment.  Flipping frustrating.

I remember back a year and a half ago, when I’d just started doing 24-7 stuff in NZ – everything was EASY!  I barely needed to thing of something before it actually happened, and there was so little ‘work’ to be done; just being in the right place to pick up all the manna.

Life can be like that, but it never lasts – WHY THE FLIP NOT?!!!

Making Me

Remember, Lord, thou hast not made me good.
Or if thou didst, it was so long ago
I have forgotten—and never understood,
I humbly think. At best it was crude,
A rough-hewn goodness, that did need this woe,
This sin, these harms of all kinds fierce and rude.
To shape it out, making it live and grow.

But thou art making me, I thank thee, sire.
What thou hast done and doest thou know’st well,
And I will help thee: gently in thy fire
I will lie burning; and thy potter’s-wheel
I will whirl patient, though my brain should reel.
Thy grace shall be enough the grief to quell,
And growing strength perfect through weakness dire.

from Diary of an Old Soul, George MacDonald