Yeah Boyee!

Casa Feliz is usually a low-key affair. Every week there is a game, a few songs of worship and a short talk but, other than that, it's just a space to chat, play cards and eat pizza. It's important to have that format so that there's a chance to have decent conversations with the youth. Once a month though, we put on some larger kind of event. This Friday we held a fancy dress party and I think it went down as one of the best Casa Felizes yet.

The outstanding effort of the evening was undoubtedly made by Øystein (or, more accurately, his wife Jannicke) who turned up dressed as an impeccably detailed, six foot milk carton. I went as an eighties b-boy in my vintage Arsenal tracksuit and some assorted sweatbands. As I was doing the talk, the game and playing bass I had to wear something relatively practical and less distracting. While the 100% polyester caused an immense static build-up, I was happy to find out how much more comfortable a wristband makes bass playing.

I chose a multicoloured Adidas sweat rag to wear on Sunday, when the youth led worship for the family service. We spent almost all of our preparation time learning kids' songs and I feel it is my duty to report that the Norwegians have mangled the chorus of "Who's the King of the Jungle?", giving it a truly bizarre, horrible melody. But the youth did well; I knew they would.

After the service, a bit of time spent on the scout video and a short walk in the mountains I cycled home for dinner. I knew what the main course would be - my first taste of that controversially-eaten marine mammal, the whale. I don't know much about the issue of whaling but I do know that the meat was already dead, bought and cooked so to refuse it would have been pointless and ungrateful. I was a few minutes late so they had already started but there was still plenty left for me. You might say that they saved the whale.