24/09/2013

Hi, I'm new to this blogging thing and you are new to me, so I will just set out my stall, so to speak.

I'm Adrian Betts. People call me Ade so, in a sense I am both Ade and A. Betts. Sorry, I had to get that out of the way. Had it all through school and I have been a volunteer youth worker for the last ten years or so, so the teasing, abuse and bullying has just continued, really. What can I say? I am a glutton for it.

I am also, to my shame, something of a glutton in another less savoury (in that I have a sweet tooth) sort of way. Okay, I like the savoury too. I LOVE food, almost any food (But never the food of Satan, that is the aubergine). Also, not good on the teasing side of things.

I'm a little camera shy, given, not in a small part, to the aforementioned flaw. So I don't imagine I will be posting pics. Also for legal reasons, should I need to distance myself from this account of events, it might be safer (joke, sort of). So imagine, if you will a tall stallion of a man, of muscular physique, with piercing blue eyes and a fine lions mane, streaming back from my noble head in a fine sea breeze as I stand majestically.....sigh. Now reverse all that and you might have it just about bob on. Portly (FAT), thin on top (BALD), of average height (SHORT), eye colour; nondescript. My Mum used to say they were almost turquoise. But she always flattered me. They're not exactly blue (too much grey for that) and not exactly grey (they have some green in).

My day job is best not gone into. At least not yet. Lets just say I call it 'tent-making', so as to facilitate my true calling, providing the apostle Paul was paid the 1st century equivalent of £6.70 an hour for his manual efforts. I mean, who says he was a good tent maker. We all just assume, because he was so good at everything, that he produced the latest range in middle eastern glamping, the Versace of tents. For all we know they were just two bits of cloth and a broom handle. Sorry, where was I? Best leave that in, so as to make it more, er, real. Or just for LOLs, as my youth say. Oh yes my true calling, which may be youth work, or not. I will let you know when I get the call.

I suppose, I decided to take up blogging to pass on my pearls of wisdom re youth work or for personal and therapeutic reasons. I'm not entirely sure. It's either going to be a 'how to', or a 'how not to' guide to all things yoof. Oh, and, of course, to bring glory to Jesus. How could I forget? I suppose I intend to do that by covering myself with big brown lumps of shame so that he may appear all the shinier and stuff.

And the other reason, well, I'm called Adrian. There's somewhat of a tradition of diarists with the misfortune to share my name. It kind of suggested itself, really.