Today I have a new identity

In a moment of inspired genius, I chrisntened myself 'Graeme', and Graeme I shalt be from this day forth. Particularly when I go mining.

Hoorah for education!

There is not supposed to be three of those headings here, I can't even remember how I would have made that mistake. So long ago. I think it was my blog having entry withdrawals. But I'm here now! I've struggled to be near a computer for the psat three weeks, and/or I've been slack. BUT I did go to Uluru, and I did have the most significant/challenging time of my life, and I did go see Ross Noble and had a good ol' cackle at that.

But back to Uluru. I struggle to find any few photos that could really sum it all up, but I'll try anyway.

Despite the fact that this was a special "watch the sunrise over Uluru" Dawn Service, we really did get up this early quite often. Sometimes earlier. Previous to this event, in fact, I had not slept for at least 30 hours. I was one of the lucky "Number Ones" which was supposed to refer to our position of power as per our Small Groups, but I believed also referred to a number of other factors, including the order of daily awakening (a meeting at 4am?). And let it be known that no matter how early I got up I never ever got to the showers early enough to not have to stand in a queue.

And dispite all of this, here I am in free time taking photos of OTHER people sleeping. Am I the only one who can't sleep on a bus full of kids? The bus became a little home for us all - there were days we were travelling in it for 14 hours. A big shout out to our bus driver Harry, who was an inspired chap, and entertained us many times with his random outbursts of song and useless trivia.

The Pick-Up Dance, invented by Tim, mastered by Ben, demonstrated here by Guy. This bizarre yet strangley compelling comment on the Western art of picking up at a nightclub/dance orientated gathering, became a very widespread method of self amusement during our 11 days together. No recorded instance of it having the desired effect, however.

The rock itself. A minor feature of our trip. Note the red bandanna, apparently no one in the history of the world ever has, or ever will have that very bandanna in their possesion unless they were part of the Pilgimage to Uluru 2006. Not bad. When the Apocolypse happens and Jesus arrives on earth to sort those who diserve eternal life from those who don't, that is how he will decide. The red bandanna.