class dismissed

So, with art class number 4 under our belts, there are slight rumblings of “do you think we’ll actually get to paint on this course?” For Saturday’s class we were told to bring 6 sheets of A1 paper to make a 2 or 3 dimensional image on a 1 dimensional space, ie we cut out bits of paper and stuck them onto another. All jolly good clean fun but not what we really want to do. Sure we’re learning more about colour and dimension but I’d rather learn that with a paintbrush in my hand. For next week’s lesson we need to bring a candle and some watercolour paints, if we wish. If we frigging wish? That will be lesson 5 out of 10. We will be half way through the term and we will still not have done a painting. As I have paid £270 for this I just hope that Sir knows what he’s doing, toying with us like this, otherwise I predict a riot.

Mine was absolutely awful and I’m not even fishing for compliments here. I had a terrible hangover and I could barely carry my work, let alone do it. Should it happen again I will have a hair of the dog first. The hangover was courtesy of seeing Goldfrapp on the Friday night. They were brilliant. It was a fantastic night, but unfortunately anything after 9.45pm is a bit of a blur. I remember being flighty, loud, possibly annoying and very popular with the boys and I think maybe that last bit went to my head a little. I’ve had my hair cut, I had my clevage on show and I wore my (18 year old) boots with the 2 inch heels. I got lots of “cors” and lots of “do you always look like this” etc etc. I bumped into my only minor indiscretion of the last year and he looked beautiful. He wanted to take me out to lunch today and for the life of me I cannot understand why I didn’t pick up the phone when he called me last night. Oh yes, it’s because I’m an old bat.

I smoked 5 or 6 straws that night.

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