When I first started this blog, just after i'd arrived in India, it basically wrote itself. It turns out that being the fish that somehow finds its way onto dry land is both fascinating and pissing annoying at the same time. Looking back, the stuff I wrote at the start was about absolutely nothing at all; brief exchanges, blink-and-you'll-miss-it sort of minutiae. The culture shock of living in a suburb of Chennai was enough to surprise any Billy Big-Timer from England, which also made for easy writing.
Now i'm struggling with the posts slightly. I don't find the place as mad as I used to and there's only so many stories you can salvage from days spent reading with children before you start to go over old ground. I was initially trying to stick to a post every 2 days, but it has slipped to twice a week. It has slipped so far that I couldn't even muster the cynicism to write 2 paragraphs about a trip to see a puppet show today, despite the fact that we had crammed 126 kids onto a little yellow school bus with additional volunteers and teachers. Now may be a good time to mention that the school does always need donations and really would like a 2nd school bus. In the words of Sir Bob Geldof, "Give us the fucking money."
There have also a surprising number of controversial incidents that I can't bring up, even though I've been gagging to write about them. I will have to tell everyone back home over a pint of bitter.
Ok, Cider.
Alright, alright, a small glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
Now i'm struggling with the posts slightly. I don't find the place as mad as I used to and there's only so many stories you can salvage from days spent reading with children before you start to go over old ground. I was initially trying to stick to a post every 2 days, but it has slipped to twice a week. It has slipped so far that I couldn't even muster the cynicism to write 2 paragraphs about a trip to see a puppet show today, despite the fact that we had crammed 126 kids onto a little yellow school bus with additional volunteers and teachers. Now may be a good time to mention that the school does always need donations and really would like a 2nd school bus. In the words of Sir Bob Geldof, "Give us the fucking money."
There have also a surprising number of controversial incidents that I can't bring up, even though I've been gagging to write about them. I will have to tell everyone back home over a pint of bitter.
Ok, Cider.
Alright, alright, a small glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
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