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Cirencester was a grand crazy fun place for me
I lived in a building so grand that upon seeing it a student cried 'a castle!'
for 2 months i lived, worked and played very hard in the royal agricultural college
RAC dont you know
hoity fucking toity
a ridiculously posh place where the upper crust children go to learn how to run their estates
pwince charlie used to hang out there
cirencester is on the edge of the cotswolds in mid western england
stunning countryside
in summer they rented their premises to dodgy english teaching scams
bad fooking idea
we worked perhaps 60 hours a week
and spent the rest drinking and being ridiculous
every friday there was a teacher/group leader night
where the visiting group leaders were provided with rubbish cheese and average wine
and the 'staff'- teachers/activity leaders were supposed to mingle
i always banged on to the italian group leaders
not like the rest of the anti social english gits
then all the left over booze was given to us
and we drank it all and went bonkers
first location for the boozeup was in a big cellar under the building
but we made too much noise so it was moved
next up in a class room at the furthest extremities of the buildings
where we had a cheese fight and mashed it into all the carpet
then we were exiled to a big hut way out in the grounds
i took groups of kiddies on trips to london and surrounds
shepherding them around the city
hamleys, british museum madame tussauds etc
pretending to know what was what
around oxford and other tourist places
always meeting the kids in a couple of hours and dashing off to the pub
i set off the smoke alarm on second night
coz i wanted to smoke in my room
ali came to visit with her jack
we did a day trip to swindon to see the new disappointing star wars movie
beavis and i had beers at a pub around the corner from the british museum and watched the grand prix
we played cricket and ate cucumber sandwiches
i shirked the teachers performance
got called a dark horse
on a trip to the pub in town
i felt like i was on the moon
yet again
all those wealthy english country types
all very friendly and wotnot but i didnt belong
there was auntie sassy who at first seemed cool
and ended up being a huge pain
my great mate nick
from whom i copied all my lessons
lovely sweet anna
who once sent me an xmas card
sexy emma who spent the whole time trying to make me jealous
dev the activity leader
who was cool but kinda strange looking
two twin blokes who i cant recall their names
gaz who had played professional football in germany for borussia monchenglavatirystorysklrigd
and told me how hard stefen effenberg was
the scottish bird who i just called grrrreeeeeeeeeeeat
louise the fun funky bird you gave me a cold
the crazy boss guy who never took his hat off
and proclaimed his gayness constantly
there was the italian boss guy
who in his spare time does modelling
i saw him an ad on tv last time i was over there
all those wonderful terrible italian kids
who would never shut up
but were so much fun
supervising practice routines to bloody britney spears
Tiziana and Raffaella and giorgio
Ilaria ...
I had to go to italy after all that....