Oh god, I've got nothing. Nothing has happened since yesterday except I chewed my lips even more badly.
What would I say if I had a gun to my head? Erm...
We watched a short film about frieten in Dutch class, because no cliché must be left unplumbed. It was about a petition to get Belgian chip wagon culture to be part of UNESCO's whatever the fuck it's called intangible cultural heritage thingy, which seemed pleasingly Belgian. The film also contained the fact that apparently Belgium is the third unhealthiest eating country behind Hungary and Armenia. Since all the teaching materials are not bang up to date, this may have been the case circa 1997 rather than now, but I still found it intriguing. My Hungarian classmate explained her country's poor healthy eating results on the fact that they like eating pork and pork fat. We don't have an Armenian (Iranian, Hungarian, British, Moroccan, Tunisian, Greek, Ukrainian, Russian, Brazilian, Italian, Congolese, but no Armenian) to explain their awful diet. We also talked about what made us feel angry (I had loads of ideas) and euphoric (stymied for me by not being able to say "miniature shetland pony" in Dutch yet. I suppose I could have essayed something with "uil" in it, but didn't).
I am currently listening to (recently Baileys Prize shortlisted) The Portable Veblen. Anyone read or listened to this because it is driving me demented, and I wonder if it is the narrator.
Very sad about the demise of Badger, who I met once, and admired greatly.
Londoners, tickets are now available for THIS, which is The Books That Built Me on 21 June. I am really excited about it, because talking about books with Helen is my idea of a good evening and there is chocolate and champagne. Please come!
40% Fretting (20% book, 20% children)
10% Unpleasant herbal tea
10% Annoyed someone has dicked around with my toolbars
40% Letting myself, and possibly the whole class, down.