Showing posts with label Al Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Al Stewart. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Outdoing one another

In the old days when Al Stewart used to be fit and I used to run ahead of him, he used to say how competitive I was. Or it may be that I used to complain how competitive he was; I can't remember now. All we were doing was going for our daily 12 km run, and he hated losing. Me, I didn't mind losing. But I didn't enjoy coming second, and there were only two of us.

And so on.

Sunday, 21 October 2007

Eye infection

Woke up this morning as sick as a dog that is sick and getting sicker, which is very.

Eye infection. This picture, unfortunately, gives you a feel for it (thanks Neil, and for changing it on your blog too)

Anyway instead of going to church I am sitting at home, often in the back garden, reading Al's book and feeling thankful.

Thankful for what?

Gardens.
Water.
Sunlight.
Church.
Friends.
Wives and daughters.
Antibiotics.

Oh, that reminds me Al, there are a couple of pronting errs I picked up. Just one or two. Lilliput. Pethidine. P-E-T-H-I-D-I-N-E. Pethidine. And it's 'eking' not 'eeking'. Biddulph not Bhidulpbfxq, or whatever it is you had in the endnotes. I’ll stop there for the moment. Should've gone with Matthias Media mate. ;-)

Serious hat back on for a moment. It is a really good book and I have already given one away, the first of many. When gardens, water, sunlight and all the rest have been taken away, we will still have the grace of God through the mercy of Jesus Christ, and the hope of the new creation. As you say, in different words, along with other things.

Friday, 19 October 2007

Book launch

Just been to a book launch of Al Stewart's book Men: Firing through all of life. I am guessing that this will be one of those that you buy in bunches, as Phillip Jensen said at the launch, and give away to many friends.

But the marketing department got hold of this one, and Al drove up in a red Cadillac.

Al, what were you thinking, my pig-hunting friend. We know you're having a mid-life crisis, you don't need to rub our faces in it. At least we know it's Cadillac tail-lights on the cover of the book, now, and not some weird new type of lippie.

But the book—this one has the look and sound of a winner, just on a brief leaf-through. It looks and sounds like you talking in front of people, Al; straightforward, clear and honest.