I'd like to say I've been really busy but by far the biggest news is my brand spanking new shaven head. It's been very exciting. My ease of living has been greatly improved and I've been having my head rubbed by some pretty ladies, I don't know why I haven't done it sooner. I've been compared to:
If you don't recognize these fine collection of gentlemen, the first is Buster Blood Vessel of ska band Bad Manners, former Charlton and England defender Danny Mills and Alexander Litvenenko. As I said why didn't I do this sooner?
In other news I had a job interview for a summer camp today. It started badly when they arranged to call me at 12 and then didn't. I waited for an hour and then had to go to class and they rang me on the metro. He sounded annoyed that I was travelling and I snotily replied "well I was expected you to call an hour ago". It then clicked that he had rung at 12 o'clock English time while I'm working on Spanish time. He turned out he was a very nice man and we had a little chat where we basically talked about anything not related to summer camps. He offered me the job which is partly nice and partly not. I've got a week to decide and I'm not sure if I'll take it. The money isn't bad and I have no trouble with the classes, the commute or even working on a Saturday. My problem is what Mike calls the "Lights out sex patrol". Patrolling the corridors of a University of Kent residence with a torch stopping horny, rich, European kids having sex with each other. If I have to do it I want a guard dog, a badge and a gun. Anyone I catch in the corridor will be the victim of my shoot first policy. I wasn't having sex as a teenager and I'll do everything in my power to ruin these kids nights too. Possibly worse is the thought of having to go to the talent shows, karoke nights and trips to London. If I lose a kid on the underground I'm leaving them behind, this isn't Vietnam.
It was the Madrid derby which is never exicting as it should be as Atletico haven't been able to win one since 1999. Charlton make me want to kill myself while Osasuna have become an unstoppable goal scoring machine. My football is getting worse. I should get better and I think I am but the problem is that everyone is improving faster than me.
Other than that work drags on. Easter is really late this year so I had great delight telling my students this week that though this is the last week, they will be straight back on Monday as the next term starts straight away. Their faces were delighted. I have spent my week arguing with all students about food. The Spanish mentality on food drives me, and quite a few others for that matter, crazy. They are obsessed with it. I have a bad attitude to food I confess but I don't rate everything by food standards. We were talking about different countries they had visited and like a lot of discussions descended into a food discussion. All the travel adverts are about what you can eat when you go on holiday. They think Spanish food is the best and most famous food in the world. I was saying that I would say that at least Italian, French, American, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Mexican, Thai are more famous and more widely eaten. At first I thought it was sweet but it gets on my nerves a bit now when Spanish people I know point to a dish in a resturaunt and say look how wonderful it is and its something completely normal. The last one was chips with bacon on top it, covered in cheese. We do that home! Its hardly classy! The other is something called Bravas which are just square chips. I like them, but come on. I'm no expert on food as you well know but still. Sorry little rant there.
Oh and my parents are here for the easter break, ideas for what to do with them on a post card please. The problem is that they like polar opposite things, thats how to keep a marriage alive kids.
The sun is out, Madrid is beautiful.
love love love x
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