I just called, to say.... ?

Hello readers, another week another blog. On Saturday, me and Selena went in to Birmingham because about a month a go she got herself a good deal on an upgrade with O2 and now my contract was up and I wanted a good deal as well (I love a bargain!)

So off we went. After following Selenas directions to park on top of Selfridges (because I didn't know you had to drive round it 3 times before getting to the car park entrance!) we went down to the shopping level where I wandered right past the O2 shop abut was quickly retrieved by Selena. (well, bright blue neon signs just blend in with everything, don't they?) I got talking to a lady-person about upgrading my handset as well as modifying my contract. They did me an in store deal where I pay a few pounds per month extra but get 5 times as many minutes, twice the number of texts plus free calls at weekends. My handset got upgraded to a Sony Ericsson K800i for free, plus I got myself a 1Gb M2 memory card... Nice.

After giving the lady-person my details and signing the contract (why are they all 18 months now?) we left and I was dead chuffed about my brand-spanking-new phone.

Nothing big has happened much during the rest of the week except for yesterday. It was Woodrushes annual open day and as usual I was on-hand to help out. I did a lot more talking to parents this year but this is down to the Deputy Head Teacher talking about Woodrush as being "the only school in the area to have a full time art specialist working along side teachers as an assistant, to further enrich the artistic abilities of every pupil." I was wondering to myself who the hell she was talking about, when I noticed her waving parents in my direction...

... Great, now I'm a damned "specialist." Don't get me wrong, it's a nice way of being introduced, but the fact that I hadn't even qualified for a name-tag like all the other members of staff, and that when the refreshments came round all I got was a carton of out-of-date blackcurrant juice, it made me wonder if what she had said was, in fact, a load of bollocks and that she was just trying to impress people...


... So there I was, surrounded by people asking me about various paintings that had been laid out, kids prodding at the various paintings that had been laid out, and all the dads saying stuff like "Uh, I can't draw at all... I don't know how" (what? you don't know how to pick up a pencil, and scrape the black bit over a piece of paper???) or the nerdy dads, who tried talking to me about their favorite artists. Things like "Oh yes, I love art, yes, I always wanted to be a painter..." (Well if you're that eager there's some paint in the cupboard, and some paper in the stock-room... Knock yourself out... you tit.) The highlight of the evening was one dozy woman who told me that she was a pupil at Woodrush 25 years ago. She gave a vacant stare in to space and said "it's changed a bit since I was here" (Well yes I suppose over the course of 25 years, it fucking-well has!)

After entertaining nearly a thousand people, Me, sally, and Hannah (i.e. me and 2 of the 3 art teachers) left at about 9:00pm. We were all completely shattered. I shot home, got changed and went up to the Swan to meet the usual crowd of friendly faces. (It was a relief, believe me!)

So thats the week in full, I'm afraid. Not much to this blog but stay tuned, things are bound to get better!

TTFN readers!