Back street pubs/clubs, student unions [complete with subsidised alcoholic drinks *happy happy*], and festivals where the average age of the baying crowd is, approximately, twenty. Ish. These are the places where I am used to seeing bands. Inevitably these places are generally either:
– dark and gloomy
– sticky underfoot [usually with spilt drinks, but I’m sure vomit is sometimes involved]
– a tad too smelly [and not the fruity perfume type smelly]
– exceedingly loud
– full of young people groping each other in the throes of passion
– all of the above [and anything else you can think of]
So, I was somewhat perturbed on Friday evening when I found myself surrounded by prepubescent’s and their parents at an open venue where no alcohol was being sold … Yes, I saw Busted! Hurrah! And I have the t-shirt to prove it. And the pictures …
Can you see them? *Chuckle*. I realise that I should be embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted and unhappy … but I actually feel rather chuffed because I can now finally say that I’ve seen a band mainly adored, in their millions, by teeny-boppers.
And then at the end of the evening I played I Spy on the Park & Ride bus with the children of my friends. It was so cool.
I am so cool. Dispute that at your peril …
I have a grand total of two days left at work. It’s all rather spiffing. I have one teaching period left. I have eight LSA periods left. I have to get through a night of drunken debauchery tomorrow [not the full-staff do, don’t be daft … I can’t abide those poxy things. No, this is a night of drunken debauchery with the ladies], a pub lunch, and a silly hour or two of boredom in the staffroom on Wednesday afternoon listening to the speeches of those teachers who are leaving. *Yawn*. And my speech? You expect me to make one? Do I have to? Humph. Unless we escape early I believe I shall. In which case it will be fairly simple and mundane … Thank you kindly for the delights of teaching 8** and for the opportunity to astound Young Austistic Girl with my advice and for all the times I’ve been made to do the photocopying for lazy/forgetful teachers. May they have boring lessons forevermore. And if I never have to watch Independence Day / The Simpsons / Friends / Insert film or cartoon name of your choice because I’m sure they’ve all been shown in lessons, again I shall be a very happy and snuggly bunny indeedy.
But maybe that speech is a tad long. I shall just make a hasty exit I think. I don’t like goodbyes anyways. I just like the presents and cards … *goofy and rather lopsided grin* …
please God bless my dreams tonight xxx Elsabeth