Christian Postcard

Alex got a postcard from Mark C this morning. He’s completed his second week at his Christian retreat in Arizona. He sounds like he’s been utterly brainwashed the poor old chump. Banging on about Jesus showing him the error of his ways.. What error? Someone planted the charlie on him for God’s sake. Keep meaning to try and find out who it was actually. I bet Henry knows. Must make more of an effort with him. Try and act a bit cooler that sort of thing.

Going on another cross country expedition with Ralph and a couple of others a bit later on. I’ve been charged with bringing the smokes. Apparently there’s a garage on the way where I’ll be able to pick some up. The teachers seem to have a hotline to every tobacco shop in town so now we have to travel a bit further. I would try the guy on West Street but I’m still worried that he’ll think I squealed on him after the supper leave debacle. Anyway it should be a bloody good laugh. Then this evening it’s choral society, part one. Apparently we’re singing a requiem..? Mozart or something. Sounds good and more importantly looks good on the old application form. Also, Juliet Wilson’s letting me go with her to see her old biddy on Thursday so things are looking up. I think even Hargreaves is reasonably impressed.

Spanish oral was a nightmare though.. Some friend of Mrs Sanchez came in – another spick – and started asking about road building programmes on the outskirts of Barcelona! When the hell am I ever going to need to know that sort of lingo?? All I want is to be able to order beer and get home in a cab when I’m ratarsed. Expect I’ve failed but really don’t care. It’s only mocks..