I was walking back from school this morning, and part of my route is a long, straight, slightly uphill road, lined with large terraced houses and the occasional semi. It was a still, slightly chill morning, with a fairly boring grey sky overhead, and I just grew to thinking, what am I doing here? Why am I spending my life pounding the beat of grey, cracked pavements, looking at views of tightly packed houses with very small, neat gardens? I thought, man is a social animal, so it's good to live close together isn't it?

At the bottom of this page is a link to "What's a flet?". I found out t'other week that flet is actually Old English for dwelling place, and is in use to this day - duh - in the word "flat". How about that. And there's plenty more where that came from, just click here! I love stuff like this.

I could not survive without lists. I have a brain like a sieve, and lists are my way of getting through the days. Shopping, To Do, Wish, Life Goals, Favourite vegetables... I can put things on, I can tick things off. Gotta love lists.

Up until last week, I was a member of i-church's Council - a group of volunteers that had been responsible for leading the church since its last Web Pastor stood down last summer.

i-church is ultimately owned by the Anglican Diocese of Oxford, who have recently asserted their authority over the community in no uncertain terms, and who really pushed me to want to leave.

It took us ages to move servers in the end, what with work and life doing their level best to get in the way. But we're back now, and both making personal promises to write more, and more often.

Abi's sock monster business is growing, and she's just had a successful day with a stall at the Sheffield Green Fair. She almost bought a coffee shop recently, but after a lot of business planning decided it wasn't a strong enough proposition. Rather than waste all the entrepreneurial advice she got, however, she's getting involved with the City of Sanctuary Cafe project in town.

Hmmm... after reading With friends like these ... I think I'll look around nervously and sneak out of the Facebook community.

You'd think it was simple, wouldn't you? Gay Iranian woman comes to England and claims asylum (asylum means 'a place of safety'. It seems many people have forgotten this). Homosexuality is illegal in Iran; her partner was arrested. tortured, and sentenced to death by stoning, her father was arrested and tortured to reveal her wherabouts. It isn't like the Iranian authorities don't know about her. Do we take her in? Welcome her and comfort her with open arms?

Excuse me for being a bit thick, but why do our toilets have U-bends? What purpose do they serve? Surely if the waste went down a straight pipe we'd need less than the standard 8 litres of water to flush it down?

I'm trying to save water at the moment, so does anyone have an answer for me?

We in the West don't like to change. Oh we like the idea of it, sure enough. We like leaping on our high horses about climate change and 'Doing Our Bit'. But it would seem we're only happy to Do Our Bit if we can do it within our own comfort zone. Look around you. Look at Smart cars, bio-diesel, carbon off-setting and kerbside recycling. How to save the planet without actually having to lift a finger. How about, and here's a radical thought; how about not owning a car at all. How about not flying.

I find the reaction to Sony's PS3 Game, Resistance: Fall of Man really interesting. The game reportedly depicts a bloody shoot-out inside Manchester Cathedral - something which church leaders have described as "desecration".