One week to go of this break from work now, and quite exhausted once again
after a busy but most rewarding Sunday. Saturday night was quite a late one
too, getting bored and ending up round at Chris and Claire's while Chris
finished copying a digital recording onto tape so I could have my Minidisc
recorder back, followed by watching "Lost in space" on DVD. The latter was
quite fun, though had far too haphazard a plot to be much more than a
special-effects flick; it passed the time, anyway, and I just about dragged Zoe
out of bed when I phoned her afterwards to sort out Sunday's arrangements.
After an understandably late start and a bit of a grotty journey, Zoe arrived
just in time for the morning meeting, about an hour after I'd had to be there
to get set up to play. The main highlight of the meeting was the dedication of
my neighbourhood group leader Paul's boss's baby, followed by an entertaining -
and no doubt one day useful to all of us - talk by Dave about the
responsibilities of parenthood. Thankfully, it was a considerably shorter
meeting than usual, given how tired I was; many people commented afterwards
that it actually ended up a very nice length, allowing time to socialise
afterwards, which is often not practical with people rushing off to have lunch,
especially if burdened with fractious kids.
Lunch, unusually, wasn't at Pizza Hut, the Eastern Paradise or KFC, but was
instead in the good company of Pete, Wendy and family. They are well-known
faces to everyone, but not people I could claim really to otherwise know much
about, so this was a great opportunity for everyone to learn a bit, and perhaps
blow away a few misconceptions. They only live a fairly short stroll away on
the north side of Springfield, so there was no need to drive, and we were able
to go via the local shop to get a nice bottle of wine to share. I guess we
spent about three hours round there, before we had to go and help Gareth and
friends transport gear and set up for the evening's Revive youth event.
So once again, we were called upon to load up the van with sound equipment, but
this time heading to the Pitz, one of the city's best live venues - and likely
to remain the home of Revive for a good while to come, with provisional
bookings throughout next year too. Zoe and I had done everything we could by a
bit before six, so we headed off for a bite to eat - finally making use of my
free Burger King meal token - and a brisk walk around Furzton Lake, before
arriving back at the Pitz at about seven. We'd agreed we'd help steward, which
meant wearing fluorescent yellow badges, and, in our case, standing in front of
the stage in case of mishaps, and passing round the buckets when it came to
time to take any donations for what was otherwise a free event.
The actual event went exceptionally well, with two or three hundred people -
mainly teenagers - attending, and no serious problems that we were aware of.
Things kicked off at eight with MC Gareth getting things going with a couple of
games, followed shortly by a half hour set from Huddersfield's finest, Glass.
Or is it Glass. Or Glass. Oh, never mind, you probably had to be there -
though you might guess, given that they were northerners in a foreign land...
They'd been the support act at the Shine gig on Friday, although in a more
acoustic "configuration"; this time they were in full-on rock mode, and went
down very well I think. The praise and worship bit was quite different, a
subtle but effective combination of backing tracks and live performance. I
feared it was going to sound very artificial, but it worked fine, and was the
perfect lead-in to an excellent talk by Paul from Glass.
With both of us very tired by that point, and the prospect of another hour on
the road for Zoe, we made our apologies and headed off home soon after the end
of the event, and mellowed out for a bit to the strains of the incomparably
excellent John Renbourn. Soon after, however, any plans for a peaceful evening
were happily dashed, with the arrival back home in close succession of both
Mark - with good fun and chatty friends Rosie and Helen in tow - and Phil, who
had been away for the weekend celebrating his brother's wedding. By about
midnight it really was time to call it a day, however, and for the second
weekend running I had to wave Zoe off into the murk in an unhappy car;
hopefully her journey was a bit more straightforward this time, though.
Anyway, that was that, I think; a very different kind of day to a "normal"
Sunday - whatever one of those is - good fun in its own way, but extremely busy
and exhausting. It's probably my accumulated tiredness from the last few days
taking its toll, but I really didn't feel too lively at any point, I'd have to
be perfectly honest. But I don't think it mattered too much given that there
was plenty of stuff to keep us all busy from start to finish; I can't help
feeling that if I'd been calling the shots, it would have ended up a lot less
interesting and rewarding.