Why couldn't this week have finished on Thursday afternoon?

Hello all. Time for another delve in to the depths of life being Andy Clarke. This week has been a bit dull. So you'll have to excuse some drastic straw clutching, but bare with me.

Now that I'm back into the swing of things, life has calmed down a little, and I'm back on top. In fact, I arrived home on Thursday with a huge smile on my face. Mind you, it had been an excellent day. I started the day, by spending £830 of TS Intrepid's money on some brand new archery equipment. I then progressed onto nearly getting a Rifle Shooting instructor's course organised, and topped my working day off with another sucessfully blagged Frisbee club. Don't get me wrong, I don't just turn up and make the club up as I go along. But when you have no Frisbees, playing Ultimate Frisbee can be difficult. Taking my inspiration from year's of Mr. Paul Tyler blags, I invented Ulitmate Fr-Netball!

If Thursday had finished there, it would have been a perfect day. But this being a blog, means I can travel back in time, and talk about other boring, completely pointless stuff I've done. Take Tuesday for example. I stepped out of a classroom, to see a child about to try and kill another. Now I know from my training at school, that the best thing to do is put my hands in my pockets, and resist physical contact with children at all costs. Besides which, our Special Needs Coordinator was there. But when she couldn't hold this very angry 9 year old (and boy was he powerful for a 9 year old), I had to step in and restrain him.

This boy did have a sucess later in the week. In a situation, where I would have bet all the money in the world he would have got into the fight, he stepped back. Picked up a phone, and called a member of staff to report the fight. When later asked why he had acted so responsibly, he had said that he had watched a documentary on a man that couldn't control his anger, and killed someone. This boy didn't want to end up like that. Who said TV was bad for kids?

On Wednesday evening, I had to take one of my senior cadets to one of our sister ships, TS Sturdy, for her officer training. On the way there, Michael phoned me. Obviously, as I was drving, I couldn't answer. Fortunatly Gobby (or Crusher, depending on what you want to call her) picked up. And then poor old Michael had to endure 20 minutes of phone conversation with her! In fact, she hads him trapped on the phone all the way from Angmering to Chichester (about 18 miles!). Poor Michael. I hear he is recovering well with the aid of counselling...

On Monday, I got some laughs in a staff meeting. You know me, I'm always desperate for social acceptance, and a bit of attention. In Any Other Business, I raised the issue of missing Frisbees. I said, 'trying to run Frisbee club with out any Frisbees was a real pain in the arse'. Laugh No. 1. The Head Teacher ('the boss') then asked, in fake stun, 'Sorry, pain in the what?'. I replied with my standard 'Oh, don't worry. It's the plural of the letter R!' Laugh No. 2! Ha Ha. Social acceptance at last. Soon I will be able to think that someone likes me. Yay self-esteem...

But as I said earlier, all this merriment could not last. Alas, Thursdays also have evenings, and I went to a meeting. Earlier in the day, some of my Frisbee club members had asked if it was a meeting on how to buy frisbees, or maybe how to look after them, or keep them in a safe place so you don't loose them (cheeky sods...). None of the above, I'm afraid. It was instead, another thrilling National Council meeting.

I've attended NC meetings before, and actually been quite impressed by what goes on. I had heard horror stories. Those stories were realised at this meeting, as a Regional Commander I had not met before bothered to turn up. It's amazing how this one person can turn what can be quite a productive meeting into a menagerie (just imagine animals shouting at the zoo...). He laid into me over National Website and E-mail issues, as well as my Commanding Officer (who I'll support to the edges of the Earth, even if I do have to remind him where they are...) over other issues. What an arrogant, pompus, stuck up, ludite. Did I mention arrogant?

Also on this evening, my afore mention Commanding Officer called me to say that he hadn't been able to put out the Consent Forms that I had asked for. I did my best to get them out, but hey-ho. Just another little stress in my life.

Now I have spent all of this weekend getting the new Corps website ready for release, as well as phoning every CO in the Corps about an American Exchange opportunity, that the NTC nearly cocked up. Still, never mind. Who want's a life anyway?

Tune in next week, to hear some very exciting, non-blog related news. What is it? Well, a blog is a short for Web Log... Oh, I see what that question meant. You'll just have to tune in, and find out next week!

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Quote of the Week: 'And I want you two to write lines, and fill this page. You will write 'I will not draw penises on my arms during class'. Is that understood' said a very aggrevated teacher to two students who had walked into assembly wearing short sleeves, revealing giant penis drawings in their forearms, whilst said teacher and I struggled not to laugh.