Heatwave

So my only student has cancelled the damn classes after just one, because apparently it wasn't "dynamic" enough. I knew I should have turned up in my batcape with a tambourine.

Oh well - I had been warned beforehand that this one was particularly picky and that they had been through a number of teachers already, so I'm not overly concerned about things just yet. Hopefully I can find some more closer to this neighbourhood, so I don't have two bus journeys to make.

Speaking of buses, it's recently dawned on me that people on buses here just aren't anywhere near as annoying as people back home. I'm specifically talking about mobile telephone call machines - I've rarely noticed anyone screaming their conversations all up in my earholes here. Hmmmm.....I don't know, in fact maybe they are and I'm just not as irritated because I'm trying to pick up the words here and there. It does seem that everyone is very well behaved. Although it could just be that they are in silent prayer in anticipation of the inevitably impending crash, which would be entirely understandable in this Scaletrix city.

I'm glad everyone's enjoying the heatwave back home, even though it is easy for me to scoff at your paltry 21 degrees. Mwah ha ha, etc. It's totally, like, 32 degrees here. The weather seems to have regained the pattern it took when I first arrived here - hot and sunny EVERY DAY during the day, and then a mad thunderstorm will appear from the arse of nowhere, and it'll rain all night long. I think I can live with that.

In other news, this week I shall be mostly going to celebrate the birthday of Deep Purple's lawyer, and on Sunday shall be going to the theatre to see a performance of modern dance, where I hope the bellyfire on display inspires me to follow in their footsteps and finally bridge that gap between the tired, rusty old world of classical dance and the explosive freeform expressionism of Streetdance 3D.

{Sigh} One can dream.