1 glass of wine
1 glass of milk
1 glass of water
1 cup of coffee
1 mug of hot chocolate
1 bottle of juice
1 Shaw and 1 Hinchon
3 pancakes
6 pillows
12 text messages recieved
15 mins of watching a GaGa interpretive pantless canned corn movement piece
I feel a bit like I'm waiting for the bus that will never come.
Is it just me, or does it seem that the bus only stops for the lazy people?
Here's me - beating my head relentlessly against a brick wall, carrying loads of bags whilst I scream at the top of my lungs and wave my arms, and the 428 screams straight past me to the people lazing about on the grass up ahead. They trip-trapped across their trolless bridge for some tasty clover and airconditioned bus, while I battled the troll using nothing but a sharpened toothbrush and a blow torch fashioned from a flyspray can and a 70c GoLo lighter with a picture of a naked lady on the side.
M-m-m-metaphors. Ohhhh Yeaaaaaah!
Teachers - you know that one kid that you feel you've reached? 8 year old Archie I managed to teach mic technique, stage presence, connecting with the audience and the importance of volume - all in the matter of 4 days. Sweet, considerate and wonderful kid.
I dreamed.
Or is it dreamt.
I took the kids to the Colluseum in Rome as they wanted to see one of the earliest theatres. We popped on the bus and pulled up to the looming beast - which was made of corrugated iron. While touring around the top, there was a giant crack. I look over and Archie has literally Maud Flanders-ed over the edge. I ran down hundreds of stairs to reach his side while I shouted his name over and over. I couldn't touch him as he was clearly broken. Helpless. Hopeless. When I looked up, I could see the other 44 children from the workshop peering over the edge watching - their faces were blank.
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