Speak no evil...

Now, it could never be said that I had a voice like velvet. I agree that when it came to choosing between me and Richard ´The Love God´ Mercer for the best person to host Love Song Dedications, they definitely weren´t flipping a coin.

However, I never thought I had a voice akin to freshly pressed sandpaper. (Do they press sand paper?) But apparently this is the case. My teachers here take inordinate delight in imitiating my inflection whenever I make what I think is a well turned phrase. The way they would have it I sound like someone torturing a kitten.

And what the hell is wrong with my bottom? I mean it is not going to set the world atalking, but I myself feel that it is a fairly shapely body part.

What do these two things have in common? Nothing. Well, nothing that is except last night´s festivities. (Although some people I am sure will suggest that I talk out of my arse.)

These were just some of the topics that arose when me and a few other fellow students were taken out by a few of our professers (namely Carla, Tamara and Cathy) to be shown the ´real´ Santiago nightlife. This consisted of sitting, listening to some live music and drinking ´Borgoña´ and ´Terromoto´ both of which were similar to Sangria, similar in the sense that they contained about 72 types of spirits, fruit juice and different bits of fruit. Suffice to say I was somewhat sloshed quite early in the piece.

What followed was a series of empassioned and surprisingly frank conversations. ON top of this there were some communal renditions of Disney favourites in both english and spanish. ´Under the Sea´ became ´Abajo del Mar´, ´I just can´t wait to be King´ became ´No puedo esperar ser el Rey´and ´Mnah Mnah´ became... ´Mnah Mnah´ To top it off some questions were thrown back and forth about the nature of the english language that were a bit pointed in character.

´What is wanker, Patrick?´ Cathy asked.

´Sebastian, what is the difference between f**king and making love?´

´Well... it is a bit hard to explain...´I began. Deary me. Deary, deary me.

Wouldn´t you rather talk about...

Rock and Roll.

Paddy.