Baptism

This weekend I went to my second Catholic baptism. We started very early on Saturday morning. Up and ready to be out the door at 9:15. We had a 45 min drive to Wakefield westgate station. Got there in good time - enough time to even have a coffee and bacon sandwich. The train was running 5 mins late, the norm.It turned up at 10:23. We were in coach B though which is all the way up the other end of the platform. A brief run to our carriage and we were on our 2 hour stint to King Cross.

Coach B is the silent coach, so no phone calls or loud music. I started on some homework and when I finished this I did a driving theory test (which is really pretty stupid at times). Once in King Cross we had 1:30 to get to Earling. So off we ran to the tube.Unfortunately some cleaver person decided to close the circle line, so well done to him. Close off central London's most used line when there is a International rugby game on and a Chelsae game. This meant that the Piccadilly line, which we were on, was packed as it was in the right direction to both games.

So like a tin of sardines we packed into this train whilst just managing to hang onto our luggage. We got the Northfields tube station with 35 mins till the start. we made the short walk to the church in good time, after correcting an early miss directoin.With 20 mins to go we piled into the function room, which was the church hall, and went into the toilets to suit up. With minutes to spare we made it. I got the job of being the video camera man. Bit dounting really, don't cock this up as they may not speak to you if you screw up the record of their daughters baptism.

The service was very short, 20 mins. Not even a him. It was a nice church, I thought it was quite plain for a Catholic church. The priest kept stumbling on his words. The baby (Sofia) was great, beaming all the way through. I got some good shots of it all.The church hall started to fill up as the food and beer went down.

The food was not your normal run of the mill stuff, it was Greek. Sofia's Dad is a Greek Cyriptiat so they decided to do some Greek food. Wasn't really my kind of thing, but it was different. As the party was going I was walking up and down every now and again filming everybody. I some how managed most of the time not to get spotted so got nice shots of people being natural. The party started to go down at about 5. That wasn't the end if the night. About 15 of us went to the pub down the road for a few hours. (£3.45 a pint!). We finished there in the early hours of the morning and trundled to some friends just down the road.