Arf,
'As been an insane seven days. Twas fallas, the fire festival. That basically involves small terrorist children chasing me all over the city carrying the kind of explosives usually seen in baghdad. the city is insane. for six days and five nights, they party, eat, smoke, dance and never sleep. i mean that, they do not sleep. every ten seconds the air is rent in half with a deafening explosion. and i don't mean no farty little pops here, we're talking windows rattling in panes and fillings in teeth. This was like downtown Kabul on a rowdy friday night. all this, with fireworks, street parties, marching bands, more fireworks, food cook-offs in the street and then some more fireworks. i can honestly say that i got about 20 hours sleep out of a possible 48 or so. I had the time of my life, but I never want to go through that again.
Have you guys seen the 25th Hour with Ed Norton? God's bollocks but it's the best movie I have seen in years. Hands down. No Contest. This is of the calibre of the Shawshank, Band of Brothers and Die Hard. Epic, truly awesome cinema. No cash. No props. No budget. Nothing. Except some of the best acting I've ever seen.
Anyhoo, crawled back into work today to face the dreaded kids and that all too small classroom. Yeeha but I had a hoot. After seven days on the lash, the first thing I needed to see when I walked back into work was my most delightfully unplesant student sporting a dashing new set of titanium-sparkling braces. Christ, I didn't know where to look and whether or not to pity the poor sod or burst out laughing. Make no mistake, teaching can throw some strange ones at ya. I felt as though someone had flung a curveball made of deep fried shit. Sometimes, it really is hard not to laugh.
Right, I'm off to bed.
