Tuesday, 12 June 2012
A headmaster dressed as Rita Hayworth with the wrong legs
I don’t mean to be a bore and mention the weather again today, but I am going to be a bore and mention the weather again. Yes it has been a lovely day the sun shining and the birds singing and the dog sunbathing and the goat majestically soaring though the sky towards the supermarket. The only reason I mention the W word is because the weatherman on the wireless for the last three days has told me it is going to be rotten and rain.
I think the problem is the weather man on the radio is in the south east and weather apparently will not permeate beyond the famed Watford Gap which is not like the Cumberland Gap which is much bigger, I believe it is at least 15miles
So today what happened ???????????? I remember the school bus, sun, the goat, the headmaster dressed as Rita Hayworth and mathematics; he was not dressed as mathematics, just Rita Hayworth. I think trying to dress as the sum of both would be rather negative…..HAHAHAHAHAH hah hah hah ahahaha hahah.
Then after a bit of day dreaming I arrived home on the school bus, then me and the cultural Olympian went on a trip to see a man about an exhibition. Where we discussed stuff and I left and arrived home (with the Olympic sculpture), pointed at things and tried to explain to the dog that there was a good logical reason for the headmaster being dressed as Rita Hayworth. In fact I believe it was a national event for headmasters although not all of them dressed up, apparently some of them feel it undermines there authority.
My writing is getting worse by the way these keyboards are just rubbish, I refuse to resort to one finger stuff but I still have not got the hang of the so called touch typing thing. As for as I can see; I can’t see how you can type with a qwerty keyboard unless you do touch the keys. And I am still typing different words to those I think I am typing which is far from helpful. The dog says I might be possessed by the ghost of Rita Hayworth who is desperate to tell someone she is not entirely happy with the countries headmasters dressing up as her. Particularly as most headmasters (well the men anyway) have not got the right legs. I have pointed out that most headmasters have both their legs not just the left one but mum has said IDIOT.
I am going to go now as tonight’s diary entry is brought to you courtesy of the famous Writers block of which I have had reason to discuss in the past, they are a bit like boomerangs I think.