CHI CHI CHI LE LE LE- Chile win their first Olympic gold ever

Here’re the photos from Radio Cooperativa. Sita and, apparently, her dad are v. happy for Chile. I think they’re for tennis or something. The UK’s got a couple so far, in what events I couldn’t tell you. Not the biggest sports fan see…
Sita’s just decided she’s going to do a paper on Morrissey and Latino Los Angelinos after dancing around the room to This Charming Man or some such last night round our mate Sudarat’s house.
Anyroad, I’m off to work and it’s Sunday. Just had a chat with me nanny who’s missing her son Geoff, after he’s been looking after for a week while me mum and dad were on holiday in “sunny” devon. Really looking forward to seeing them in a couple of weeks.

And Sita’s headed for the 8th circle…

It’s not as bad as it looks. A fairly rigid interpretation of the bible this one…

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Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) High
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Level 7 (Violent) High
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I had my reservations from the get-go

So our neighbours, Ricardo and Christine, roped me into recording for posterity a practical joke they were going to play on their friends involving water balloons, a 50ft high bridge and joggers. Ricardo was to drop the balloons off the bridge and I’d film the runners being soaked. Sita pointed out beforehand, that people getting attacked with water by anonymous strangers was likely to invite their rage. Christine assured her of the collective “wacky” sense of humour of the runners and they’d laugh along as R. pelted them with water. Anyroad, once again, Sita nailed it. The first bloke stopped running, looked up, started his macho posturing and teamed up with his mate to cut off Ricardo’s escape route and sort him out, “come down here and try that you bastard”, and stuff. I just kept taking (blurry, underexposed) photos and resolved not to mention this again. So anyway, I’ll work out a way to get the photo on here to relive the crazy madcap student madness

On me own, on a Friday evening

Found out what a dental cleaning appointment is today. Can’t say I’d recommend it. They seem to have removed the protective layer of plaque that was holding my teeth together and now my teeth are all shiny and smooth. Seems like a stealth attempt to americanise me if ever i saw it. Anyroad, had a long day at the office. Stu’n’anne’eddie messengered me and we had a little chat, they were staying up late, the rogues… anyhoo. i cooked a pizza, watched an old episode of angel and played a bit of guitar and soon enough, Sita’ll be back after a hard day’s sociology. huzzah.

Thought I’d have a go at this blog malarkey, who knows where it may lead… Not quite sure who my audience is here, though I suspect it may be just me. it’s like writing a diary in email form to yourself, but knowing anyone could read it stops anything personal getting on here, so it’ll just be my eating & telly habits then. righty, hasta pronto and cheers.

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