It's the university Easter holidays now, and I've returned from 5 days 'on tour' with the hockey club. Do not be fooled by the word tour. I think 'wild holiday' would be much more appropriate. A whole bunch of university sport teams descended on the resort town of Salou in Spain and caused alcohol fueled havoc. It was very entertaining although at times I would have completely understood why outsiders would have seen it as pathetic. We did play a couple of many games whilst in Spain...but the tour ended up banned from the pitch complex due to too much alcohol and nudity! Perhaps I actually am growing up and becoming ready to move on? That said..I had a really great time and the hockey club is full of great people. However I am now feeling the effects of a week of partying and have an awful cold and sore throat.
When I got back to my parents house the other day my mum had some bad news about a man at her church who had a heart attack last week and died in his sleep. He had a wife and 3 fairly young daughters. I always remember him as being extremely kind and friendly and he was only 48! Whilst I was watching Bear Grylls attempt to fly a powered paraglider to the height of Mount Everest in the Himalayas I just thought it was so odd that one man will risk his life in these extreme and really quite pointless ways and survive whilst another will simply go to bed one night and not survive. Life is strange.
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