Blow after blow

First, the financial team fines me for not having rent paid on time, an amount equal to weekly groceries.

Then I watch Copacabana in school with expectations that were not matched by the actuality.

Next, I dress up all smartly ready for Malaysian Night dinner and concert. Concert stub says it is at 7.30pm, and so I thought that the dinner is after that. Wrong. Dinner was at 5pm, at which time I was still helping at the Warwick Debating Competition. There was actually a tiny coupon attached to the concert stub in font size 4 citing dinner time. So I paid for dinner that fed the dustbins.

Finally, the final ingredient to this receipe for crapdom: Craving for a bottle of Coke after the concert, I bought one at 1.20 at the bar. I gave GBP 20 for it, but forgot to take change for it. So that's a $60 bottle of Coke for you. I come back the next day, and they tell me the change was taken to be tips. Nice.

There you have it! My receipe for crapdom! Well, hopefully watching Brasil play Portugal tomorrow at the Emirates, Sting's music, and the thought of the princess miles away will make it all better. We can only hope yes?

ps. "Endorian Dreams", the play I'm producing together with Director Prin is finally taking off. Last night was launch dinner. We have finally casted.

Uncle T