Quite Random

Lumpy bumpy rugger bugger

So it’s the Rugby World Cup final tonight, everyone’s bound to end up shouting ‘come on Jonny’, and when it’s kick-off in Paris, it’s 2am in Cambodia. Good job a bunch of us are out in numbers tonight for a birthday, and a place in town will have the rugby on the big screen. It’s going to be a late night.

I’m covered in rashes again. I swear, my arm reads like a braille page (which says ‘hit me if you catch me scratching’). I’m going to have to brave the local doctors, and hope they don’t do what they usually do which is sell you three different kind of pills that have no effect on your condition but might well tranquilise you, kill any stomach fauna you have, or give you a massive erection for three days. They just like selling pills from what I understand.

I gave my young adults a test yesterday, to round up a unit of English work we just completed, and to form the basis of their first assessments. Before the test I handed out bananas, as sometimes they’re a bit sluggish in the afternoons and I thought the sugar would help. 45 minutes of silence, with only a few interruptions to ask about vocabulary. Bliss. So, I’m marking test papers this weekend. I feel almost like a proper teacher.

Come on Jonny.