Before I became Anglican Bishop of Niagara, before I was a NT lecturer, before I was paratrooper, before I was a struggling lyricists, I was in fact a short-lived pop start in the UK charts. And after a glass of wine and at the behest of some friends in San Diego last year, I gave a brief rendition of one of my old songs with a few dance moves combined. I'm sad to say that the whole thing was caught on film and Scot McKnight has a link on Mike Bird dancing at SBL.
I'm terribly embarrassed to have this posted on the web. I'm also more embarrassed (but somewhat proud) that my wife was too young to remember this song.
Scot, I'm going to get you ...
4 comments:
Haha--after just one glass, eh? What would this look like after two?
Beats Luke-Acts any day.
Definitely the best so far in the secret lives of Mike Bird series.
A dead ringer. And I though you were unique.
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