Well look who came crawling back, tis I! Week One is almost down in the Summer School Big Brother house, and seeing as I unintentionally slept in today and missed the excursion to a nearby city due to unforseen circumstances involving a bottle of four euro vodka and falling to bed at 5.30, still convinced I´d be up in time for the bus, I actually have time to bagsie the ancient computer and blog a little!
Things I´ve Been Up To This Week
Having the craic with the Londoner, a 6´4" combination of Frank Spencer, Lurch and Pat Kenny, who will be 50 in August and speaks Spanish with an English accent.
Getting hammered and showing off my innie/outie bellybutton trick. Twice.
Ordering a heap of chickpeas to make hummus with the kids in Cuisine class, only to find we´d been given twelve tins of peas instead. And rice.
Missing the Bear like a mad yoke altogether.
Getting my heart broken by 11 year old Javier who has spent the week in tears because he wants to go home and his parents aren´t coming to see him on Sunday like the other kids. Bastards.
Watching Monsters Inc en Espanol and discovering that Spanish for Kitty is in fact Gatita.
Getting a sunburned arse out by the pool while correcting exams. It´d better be gone by the time our day trip to the water park next Wednesday rolls around, otherwise it´ll certainly make slides rather painful.
Trying to come up with a collective noun for cunts. We got as far as a delegation of cunts or an Ard Fheis of cunts.