The start of something.

The pipes froze today. The HOT water pipes. My lack of a shower made me extremely grouchy all day, though my class thought it was amusing when I turned it into the “funny icebreaker at start of lesson” item. I am lucky that I finish the week with my youngest, keenest set of students as it always puts me in a good mood for the weekend. Even if every other lesson has been dull, they never fail to cheer me up with their enthusiasm and general genkiness.

Clearly my friends know what I like.

Weirdly, people keep asking me if I am tempted to become a proper teacher. That is truly a frightening idea.

For my 18^th birthday, I went to a terrible pub in Covent Garden. People bought me pints and I cut my hand open on a vinyl imprint template (similar to a circular saw) bought for me by my friend Sharon. My 21^st involved a riotous, drunken night at Smile, my favourite indie club in Manchester. For my 30^th, we went to a restaurant for a quiet meal. This will be followed by spending the weekend in a country retreat. Hmm.

My subtle hints (along the lines of "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BUY ME A BIRTHDAY CAKE") came to a happy conclusion.

In saying that, the pub in Covent Garden and the “riotous” night in an indie ghetto club were probably not all that rock and roll to begin with. We probably spent most of the evening quoting Brasseye.  Not a lot has changed really.