A DIARY

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Saturday afternoon, early evening at the pub. It seemed that I was the only English teacher at the bar. Lots of 50 something, fit, an intelligent by way of their over heard conversation business type expats. Not one digression about low quality unqualified how-did-they-get-excepted-to-university type diatribes aimed at the locals.

Skin is in this summer and lots of it. Thank you, thank you, thank you....