The day started early with King Prawn. I was walking down the street to school, all tired and washed away (this constant walking is killing me, but the blisters are wearing off, and when this is all finished I`ll probably be in the best shape I`ve ever been...) Then, as I approached the school building, I switched to Metallica - Ronnie (Load). I think that song is talking about King`s Dark Tower saga. Because there is this Gunslinger (the first book), called Ronald... I bought the book, since I only had the 4th part, and I couldn`t understand any of it.
Anyway, I went to Canterbury yesterday. It was fun... the cathedral wasn`t as pretty as I thought it would be, but the rest of the town was great. I even found a guitar shop where I could play my heart out.
What next... oh, the teachers. One is called Paul, the other one John. Now, Paul has learned Japanese and has done a variety of teaching jobs over the years, while John (who I like more) has never teached anybody anything until a couple of weeks ago. But, he has management experience, and is a somewhat big shot in the transport buisness. Today, he asked us have we ever of thought garden gnomes as controversial. We said no.
Then he divided us into three groups, told us we were going to reenact a real event and set one group up as the French government (I was in there), another as the Garden Gnome Liberation Front (GGLF) and another as the French Respecters of Garden Gnomes Society (FROGGS). And we, the French government had passed a law that all garden gnomes should be kept out of gardens, because they were repeatedly stolen out of them and returned to their natural habitat (The Forest). And we had to explain why we did it. Then, the Froggs would say why they want the gnomes back and the GGLF would try and keep the gnomes inside the house. After a heated discussion, and one of the Frogg members admitting that she would gladly adopt a gnome, the Government withdrew to think.
First we thought of taxing the gnomes for working as garden keepers, but then we decided to kill all gnomes, and put an end to this mindless rubbish. The gnomes were abolished, their owners sent to psychotherapy, and France surrendered to the demand of the Free Gnomish Republic, as they always do.
The End. I have no more time... sorry. More tomorrow or soon.
Glazba: Dream Theater - Scenes From A Memory
Kierlan Darkskye,
Gnome Politician
Post je objavljen 22.07.2005. u 15:03 sati.