Saturday was the Speed staff & student party at Babilon.

Papilla was there, as were a lot of students. I have never seen so many good dancers together in the same room before, and not a sober one amongst them.

The best party yet, in my opinion.

Tongue twister of the week:

There was a fisherman named Fisher
Who fished for some fish in a fissure.
Till a fish with a grin,
Pulled the fisherman in.
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher.
(a fissure is a large crack, or hole in the ground)

The Adventures of Bobby Callan #14

At that moment, a queer (that is peculiar) feeling gripped Bobby. He turned around and saw that Bertrand Russell had disappeared. Bobby’s heart sank; he had become quite attached to the quirky, self-proclaimed philosopher, despite his madness and unpleasant body odour. Miss Brown, however, was glad he had gone.
“Tell me a geographical fact,” she said, as they started to walk up the mountain path that was to lead them to Robin Callan.
“Mt. Everest is the highest mountain in the world,” Bobby replied. “Tell me a mathematical fact.”
“Two plus two equals five,” Miss Brown replied.
Either she’s gone round the bend or she’s quoting George Orwell’s classic, Nineteen Eighty-Four, he thought. He hoped the latter to be the case.
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder. Light travels faster than sound, thought Bobby; and this is why we see the flash before hearing the thunder. A figure emerged from the fog in the distance. Bobby could see it was a boy, roughly the same size as Master Brown.
“Harry Potter!” Miss Brown said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve no idea,” Harry replied. “It was the writer’s decision.”
“I had a dream about you in episode three,” said Bobby.
“Yes, I know,” said Harry. “I turned you into a frog.”
“Do you believe it’s possible to lay a curse upon someone?” Bobby asked.
“Not really. That’s black magic, or voodoo. I don’t do voodoo.”
“Well, what do you do if you don’t do voodoo?”
“I cast spells.”
“Can you spell words?”
“Of course,” he said arrogantly. “I can do anything.”
“OK then,” said Bobby. “Spell the word, bollocks.”
Harry looked at him strangely and then began to spell the word.
“B-O-L-O-C-K-S”
“Wrong! Bollocks has two L’s.” Bobby started laughing. Harry was a little upset to say the least; he didn’t like being laughed at. He began to shake his magic wand in the air.
“What are you doing? What are you doing?” Miss Brown asked, but before anybody could do anything, Harry turned Bobby into a frog, just like in his dream except that now it was for real.
“Ha ha ha!” Harry laughed. “Now who’s laughing?”
“Bollocks!” Bobby croaked.
Miss Brown was shocked. She pleaded with Harry to turn Bobby back into a Callan teacher, but he flatly refused.
“First you have to do something for me,” Harry said. “Go and get me a signed LP of the Beatles’ first album. You have twenty-four hours. If you fail this task, Bobby will remain an amphibian for the rest of his life.”
Miss Brown put Bobby into her pocket before hurrying back down the mountain path.
“What’s it like being a frog?” she asked.

“C’est pas mal,” he replied.