On Fire

The relevance of this heading will become more apparent as you become in engrossed in this entry…

“The Game” is a self-help book that a few of the boys have recently been engrossed by and obsessed with. It looks at the science of social dynamics and personal interaction (or, how blokes get laid!) Many of us are adamant the UK is the perfect place to prove or disprove the book as bible, or at the very worst have a lot of fun trying.

One chapter of the book looks at the “Peacock Theory” which outlines the importance of getting noticed. So Jonesdog, Grovesy and I decided to invest in an ice-bath full of Beck’s Beer - funnily enough the first patrons ever to do so. This prompted a group of British beauties to almost immediately invite us over to join them, a place where we would stay for the remainder of the night. A subdued Monday night at “the Box” was about to turn saucy.

Two hours later and each of them were nestled in our arms wanting as much Australian as they could get their hands on. Yep, this would be one book that I would continue reading.

…on fire…

On Tuesday morning I awoke to the news that overnight Aredale Secondary, the school I now work at, had burnt to the ground. Whilst word of the inferno had been slightly exaggerated, damage to more than one third of the College saw it become top story on the 6pm BBC news. The 15 year old arsonist, clearly with a bug in his bonnet, had seemingly been suitably educated in the impact of dousing a building in petrol and setting it alight. Only a charred skeleton remained.

With major floods, and now major fires, school life over here sure is interesting. Cant imagine what will happen next.

On fire over here,
DJ

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