Recently alot of facebookers have been sharing 25facts about themselves with me. They tag me in their note, implying that I am mentioned or somehow a part of the note but in fact, have nothing to do with the bloody thing. Sorry friends, but you're lucky if I read the first 3 facts so hope they were the best ones.

I don't like 'those types of things'. Forwarded emails, chain letters, facebook 25thingys... But today I came across this one which was alot of fun.

1. Go to Wikipedia and click on a random article. The title of the article is now the name of your imaginary but entirely possible in the future band.

2. Go to quotations, and the last few words/phrase of the last quote on the page is now the name of your first record.

3. Finally, go to flickr and explore the last 7 days in interesting photos. The third image that comes up is your album cover!

I can't upload the photo which is a crazy close-up of the zipper on a pair of jeans (undone might I add!) but it was pretty cool. And my band is B Class Blimp and our first record will be "Perhaps we were created for another world". So awesome, I have decided to hold auditions for the band this weekend.

Tomorrow has the potential to be one of those Mon mornings where you can be proud to be a brit. There is no way we can't clean up @ the Oscars. Slumdog Millionaire is the absolute best of british indie film and the soundtrack is flawless. The movie tells the story of an underdog, the movie itself is an underdog and the world loves underdogs. British director, British film and british actor...red, white and blue is looking hot right now. No political undertones intended.

Whilst on this crazy train with Mr. Union Jack, I should reminise with you all about my first crush. At 4years old, Christopher Dean of Olympic superstars Torvill & Dean was in line to be my husband. I watched figure skating instead of cartoons, I made Daddy sign me up for skating lessons first thing every sat morning and he had to tolerate my tantrums when I couldn't master the steps. Eventually I let the dream go but I watched their story tonight on TV to celebrate 25yrs since Bolero scored 12 perfect 6.0's and it got me all fired up to fulfil my dream of becoming an ice dancing super hero once again. Sequins and headbangers and teapot cradles, they are my calling.

So this afternoon, I stopped in at Flash, our Friday afternoon drop-in at church. And we're just chillin' in the Downtown Centre when Edward, an eccentric kid to say the least, who lives for theatre starts to tell us about some of the warm up exercises artsy people might use before a production. The other kids reckoned it would be better if he got up and demonstrated.

So Edward takes centre stage and raises his arms in a rocket ship kinda shape.

"ALL BANANA'S UNITE.....peel banana, peel peel banana...mash banana, mash mash banana...shake banana, shake shake banana...".

It's a camp song so y'all might not understand the comedy. But you don't sing camp songs in Northern Ireland. You're likely to get shot or get your car keyed or at the very least, laughed at extensively for the rest of your like. Of course I recognised the song but the others certainly did not, and mix the words up with the actions, sex it up a little and watch Edward perform......it brought people to tears.

It was funny, but what will be even funnier is when I get to watch all of them sing the banana song with actions plus many other songs at summer camp in Toronto this July. (Mental Note: Bring Camcorder)

I just read Kristin's blog. In response, I have decided to use my free time to start a campaign to change the little male female pictures on public toilet doors and signs.

First off people don't look like this. A majority of humans tend to have hair, especially women. We also have feet as supposed to nicely rounded stumps.

Secondly, these pictures are misleading. It implies that you use the washroom merely just to stand up straight and practice your posture with other members of the same sex.

If the government wants to waste their time and make headline news on issues that very few people are bothered about considering the way of life they have grown accustomed to is no longer secure, then I will waste their time with this campaign.

Ha...it's a good thing I have 2 job interviews coming up and might not have much freetime left.

If I had to take part in a reality TV show, and lets be honest, I have the time, it would be Shipwrecked. For those of you who are unfortunate enough not to reside in the United Kingdom, Shipwrecked is the one where you are dumped on an island pretty close to Fiji for 3months. Building shelters, camping every night, beautiful turquoise water and blue skies, white sand, new people and miles away from politics and other equally annoying aspects of the western world.

Then there's the downside. All the other islanders that join you on you're peaceful sanctuary over the 3months. Lets take a looksie

1. The friend for life. (Lets start on a positive note.)
2. The over-emotional.
3. The personality clash.
4. The one that leaves early. (There's always one)
5. The guy that thinks he's amazing.
6. The guy that IS amazing. (Added bonus that he never wears a shirt)
7. The overtly camp guy.
8. The posh and extremly privileged english chick.
9. The girl that talks too much with the annoying voice.
10. The argumentative, moody, close minded trouble makers for want of other words.
11. The funny guy! (He's my favourite)

But hey, I think I know one of all of these peeps here in Lisburn already!! So roll on Fiji...

Last year was the first time I found myself challenged on the issue of homosexuality in the church. And strangely it fascinated me, despite the fact that homosexuality has never directly effected me or those close to me. We preach grace and love. Blessed are the poor and the troubled and the outcasts. But not the homosexuals. Inconsistent right?

So I was very refreshed to go to a Presbyterian church last night and hear a discussion, not a sermon, regarding homosexuality. It was executed so well. The points were clear and concise and it would be difficult to argue.

Two things are important. There is a difference between orientation and practice. And we need to be so careful not to put sexual sin on a pedestal above all other sins. Sure it is controversial and in our little human brains it is seemingly worse than lying or gossiping or addiction but it's not. The only unforgivable sin is rejection of the holy spirit.

Love the sinner but hate the sin. I don't care what the sin is. I will love a gay man as much as I love a friend who told a lie. I won't agree with the practice of homosexuality the same way I won't agree with adultery or murder or deceit. And I will never judge because I am a sinner also.