All creatures great and small

For all those of you who might believe I think of animals ( the real ones that God made, not that person who voted against your point last home council ) as only a financial nuisance, here is to prove otherwise. Arguably though, none of these "little creatures" actually belong to me.....

Shooting with a purpose

Because violence and love can be combined in complementary amounts . Hoping you all get mortally wounded this year xxxxxx

Snow Surfing

A concept that only the most senior of Angus' could come up with in such harsh weather conditions. Ireland had a week of a mini ice-age, ( I'm supposing God is trying to prepare us for when he calls us to be the first missionaries to the penguins in Antarctica ). Anyways surfing was definitely off limits for all those wanting to keep their extremities frostbite-free. So Mr. Steve,determined not to let this deter our extreme sport outings, takes us snow surfing........ see for yourself

New Years

The Dublin home invited us to go clubbing with them on the 30th as a bit of a warm up to New Years Eve. No photos of that event or any that were taken were probably just as swiftly deleted so that our FD status could be retained. On the 31st we decided that paying 5 euros to get into a club and attempt to side step to techno, whilst reminding testosterone filled young men to keep their hand to themselves, was a bit of an excess expense. House parties combined with your sister's birthday, as you will see, can be quite fun.

Shows nine and ten

Shows nine and ten were for the Paris branch of Centre Parcs . They charged 15 euros for the adults and 7 for the kids to attend the shows. People were amazed and since it was one of those stages where there was a stage elevated and a dance floor below, we could really make contact with the audience and see the delight on their faces. The only problem was me having a bad case of nausea during the first show which was likely connected to a large consumption of oysters the night before. Half way through the show I came back stage, dramatically fell on my hand and knees and proceeded to huff and puff like a women in labor, then burst into tears. It was one of those points when you don't know exactly what your crying about but i think it had something to do with the fact that i knew i was performing badly and there was nothing i could do about it. To add insult to my injury the boys seem to pick this particular moment to leave their sound/technical/camera ministries and come backstage and witness my humiliation. Nevertheless everyone showed great concern and after they suggested I sit out the rest of the show, my defiant spirit took over and great speeches started to replay in my mind about, the show must go on, its not over till its over, etc etc. So I made it through the rest of the show and at the end promptly went to the bathroom with a large bottle of water and a determined index finger, ready to discover my bulimic tendencies for the sake of the second show which was due to start in half and hour. The second show went well, one of my best performances. The girls said i smiled so big because i was so relieved to have a empty stomach. The first show had an attendance of 248 and the second of 180

Because it's Christmas

A tear froze, fallen from his eye

The tear shed, not mine nor thine

To the king of the manger cradle it belonged

The king who heavenly choir exalts in song

The purpose of his tear wasn't without reason

Every year, christmas brought near

The birthday stolen, the "X-mas" treason

To wipe away the sorrow we brought

To bring his grievance score to naught

Give him your all, your love in return

Sever him with passion, a fire that burns

shows six and seven

Show six was for six-hundred people inside a huge ten ( think the miami tabernacle ). We repented of praying for our white christmas after the temperatures dropped to minus two in the daytime, which meant it was somewhere near 4 degrees inside the tent. Its the oddest feeling to have your face burning with sweat and your toes still numb with cold. A Romans 8:28 though ( gosh im getting good at this ) was that pointe work couldn't be felt at all, big smiles through the ballet. Three hours after the first show ended we were supposed to be on stage performing again, so rush, pack and on to the theater which thankfully, was of more humane temperatures. I would like to apologize for any strange faces you may come across in this photo collection, apparently a smile doesn't always hide what your neurotransmitters are trying to relay