There are many ways to avoid writing an Edinburgh show, tidying flat is one, watching Peter Duncan dive off a board is another, a third option is to create a myspace profile and write a blog.
But the one that has taken up most of my valuable time this week has been not learning French.
I have always wanted to learn French, not least so I can reply sardonically in French if two people are making sardonic comments about me in French whilst I’m in the room – oh how I will make them be slightly less sardonic, or to be sardonic in a third language.
I remember some basic french from school (une stylo – a pen) but want to be able to speak proper like.
So, I went to PC World and bought me a AA (the car people) French CD-ROM – it was a tenner.
Excitedly I got it home, and put it on, immediately dissapointed that it looked like it as made before computers were sophisticated or in colour.
But was more anonyed to find it was all in bloody french, asking me quiz questions in French and showing me clips in French… but no chuffing transaltion
What is the point, if I knew what it meant I wouldn’t be buying a learn french CD-ROM.
Fuck it, Edinburgh is still ages away, might take up Spanish, or cross-stitching or archery… anything