Jeff may just never wake up...

Now, if you look down a few entries you may notice a picture of an elder gentleman, holding up a piece of paper with some indiscernable writing being hugged by a girl who could easily be his daughter - if she wanted to be. She didn´t, but that is another story.

Under this charming image is a promise of an explanation. So here it is.

You may know that I am a bit of a fiend for children´s television. Particularly programs targeted at the pre-school age group. There is nothing more relaxing than a good shot of the Teletubbies or even better, four ex-kindergarten teachers in brightly coloured skivies, all wearing facial expressions that clearly demonstrate they are still bewildered as to how they are making millions by jumping up and down like prats.

If you did know this, you may be able to begin to imagine my excitement one midday when Sergio (one of the theatre-boys - the one a few photos down talking to the walrus) turned to me and informed me that we were going to be lunching with a Chilean legend. The infamous Pin-Pon.

Who?

Pin Pon is apparently the greatest children´s TV star that Chile has ever known. He dressed as a raggedy doll with a lot of make up and nauseatingly bright clothing, sang songs danced and played fun games. I think he is the age of Mr Squiggle (and clearly we should organise a reunion between these grand old gentlemen of the arts). He happened to be in town and was a family friend of Patricia - who was the director of the BEC Arts Institute.

So it came to be that we sat and ate lunch, chatting about the cultural state of Chile, the need to improve the standard of television programming as it now existed in Chile and various theories of child pyschology. That is we tried to chat, but kept getting interrupted by waitresses wanting to have their photo taken, children wanting to hug Pin Pon, and elderly ladies wanting an signed napkin to take back to their grandchildren. Pin Pon himself was lovely, asking me about my studies, my country and my plans in Chile.

I told him that I plan to go home and shoot the Wiggles. But only to free up space for more Pin Ponesque programming.

The best thing was that I felt all important and significant. Clearly I need to marry a celebrity. Or maybe just choose one to stalk.

Rock and Roll.

Paddy.