I'm going to a festival tonight for my second day of work. I'm going on Thursday and Friday too. I have to meet lots of new people. I don't think I like meeting new people. I don't think I'm very impressive. If first impressions last they'll say "He doesn't talk much". Plus I have to remember names. I think there is a person called Pete.

Robert is paying me out at the moment because I don't like going to the beach. He reckons that if I'm going to be a youth minister on the beaches, I should surf and if I don't they'll fire me. Jesus didn't surf. He didn't even play guitar. Then again there weren't any youth around in His day, but that's no excuse for not surfing.