| And it just had to be - Thierry Henry.
His 9th Arsenal hattrick secured the win at the final game at Highbury.
The dirty cheats down at Tottenham got what they deserved (the loss and 5th place, not the food poisoning).
With Champions League football secured next season, it'll be a game to remember next Thursday, win or lose.
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| So the last few weeks at Sunday School have been holiday programs run by myself and the other helpers.
First week included an Amazing Race-esque game with a few activities rigged up around the school.
One of them was to write a limerick with the word Easter in it (it being Easter Sunday).
Here's what the kids came up with (granted, with time being limited).
There was once a bunny called Esther
Who really loves to party in Easter.
She went out all day
And all she did was play
Along with her named Christa
At Easter we come to celebrate Christ
He's death, ressurection, victory from death to life
The stone was rolled away
On this very day
Through Him we're rescued from strife.
It is the time of Easter
When you have a chocolate feasta!
But Christ is the one who died
And rose, his life to give
Our sins forgive that we might live in eternal life.
There once was a girl called Beatrice
Who went to the Easter service
She danced and stank
And ate and drank
And her mum was furious.
During Easter, eggs I ate,
I grew very fat, it was my fate.
What I learnt about was this,
Never get a girl to kiss
My very very very best mate.
Right. Anyway, the next week was ball games. Or game. Netball but with a human net. The competition was fierce and there was no small amount of fouling and cheating happening. The final week was trivia. Never underestimate how little high school kids know about what's happening in the world today. It was a valiant effort though.
Next holidays will be World Cup. Don't expect to see me around.
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| Is it totally evil of me to have spent a good minute cracking up at this video..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgOFLNn6ESY&search=springboard%20break
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| It seems most of us have fast developed a certain photo face - the expression we can put on in a split second when the camera clicks. I noted this as there were a couple pictures on a friend's blog next to each other in which he wore the exact same expression. Intrigued to the point of further investigation, I dug up all the pictures of him on my hard drive, and created this:
I call it 'The Many Faces of Ernest'.
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