Well my first week of training is over. It's been useful but also slightly alarming. Alarming because it's shocking how quickly I regressed to being a kid again.
Today, when the teacher was out of the room I made a paper airplane with stupid, mildly offensive message on it and threw it around the class room. This caused a small paper airplane war to break out and then cease suddenly when the teacher returned but with a lot of giggling. It was just like being back at school, but with more beards.
We were reading a woman's magazine in the afternoon. It had a feature on dieting and we had to examine it for various forms of writing. The piece was well put together but the thing that made me cackle was that:
'1 in 3 women have a tempestuous relationship with food'
I just love the idea of a man having a tempestuous relationship with food. You know, he'd phone up for a take away pizza and it wouldn't return his calls.
Then a week later it would turn up at his house and demand attention before disappearing again. He'd fret over it for a while and then start ordering other foods, perhaps find one who he really liked then just as he was about to settle for the food the old one would reappear and say it was sorry and it wanted to get back together. After two hours it would cry and then run off to Crete with a dance instructor.
2 comments:
Well, you know, that's what men get for chasing pizza all the time instead of just seeing that celery might make them happy....
Whatever! WHATEVER! I don't care about what you've got to say, Louche, and neither should you when you consider there's HUNDREDS of cash prizes going begging over at my new online medical trivia quiz. Do YOU like answering confusing general knowledge questions whilst drowning in a quagmire of officious rules and regulations? Then play Triveration! NOW! There's a job in an abattoir for the winner!
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