What I did at the Weekend Part 2

Saturday night was the Chapel Party. You can see the youngsters lined up in two rows to go rushing about.

I didn't rush about. I tucked into a good tea and then a good talk to a couple of mates, one of whom is going through the same as me, except that he hasn't packed his job in...yet.

Sunday morning I preached at Burton. I walked up and down and shouted as usual. This time it was about "I can do everything through him who gives me strength". I preached as much to myself as to them.

Then I went back to IMC to drink coffee, network and generally chew the rag. I can't bear to be away from the place.

In the afternoon we watched Man U lose to West Ham but parade the silverware. At night I sang my heart out at the Shepherd's Choir. That gets my endorphins going!

TEARS OF A CLOWN

These are the words of my favourite pop song. Because I seem quite happy when in public but feel sad inside at home, they reflect my true feelings at the moment:

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Now if there's a smile on my face

It's only there trying to fool the public

But when it comes down to fooling you

Now honey that's quite a different subject

But don't let my glad expression

Give you the wrong impression

Really I'm sad, oh I'm sadder than sad

You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad

Like a clown I pretend to be glad

Now there's some sad things known to man

But ain't too much sadder than

The tears of a clown, when there's no one around

Uh hum, oh yeah baby

Now if I appear to be carefree

It's only to camouflage my sadness

And honey to shield my pride I try

To cover this hurt with a show of gladness

But don't let my show convince you

That I've been happy since you

Decided to go, oh I need you so

I'm hurt and I want you to know

But for others I put on a show, ooh yeah

{repeat CHORUS}

Just like Pagliacci did I try to keep my surface hid

Smiling in the public eye

But in my lonely room I cry

The tears of a clown

When there's no one around, oh yeah, baby baby

Now if there's a smile on my face

Don't let my glad expression

Give you the wrong impression

Don't let this smile I wear

Make you think that I don't care

When really I'm sad, I’m hurting so bad.

Just on thing more - who the heck is Pagliacci ?