University Revisited
Wednesday, April 28th, 2004Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum,
Me and Prescott have been a bit bored recently as we´ve taken to the realms
of education once more and started having Spanish lessons we´ve now finished
and i´m fairly confident we can order a beer, a bag of chips and call
someone a f*cking son of a bitch. All good fun. Most of the lessons were
incredibly like those halycon days of university i.e. turning up to lectures
in no state to even raise your head of the table. For those of you who went
to uni with me, i spent much of my time daydreaming, scribbling on prescotts
book and wondering when i could go back to bed. For mum and dad, i learnt so
much and paid maximum attention. Our teachers were quite cool and we taught
him a few english swears which he kept repeating when stood next to english
girls. We hid.
Played football against them as well which was immense, i ran rings around
Prescott mocking him with samba flair as he woefully tried to contain the
Briggs masterclass.
Gut update: My stomach seems to have succumbed to some sort of internal
armageddon as i´ve been trying to invent new colours to match what lies
below me in the toilet pan. Any of you with any spare cash i urge you to
invest in the Peruvian toilet roll industry immediatly.
What else……..we went white rafting last week which was rip roaring fun,
got sidled with Thierry Henry lookalike so for most of trip i kept telling
him he couldn´t head for toffee and that he should watch out for his
teammates in the shower. This quite understandably was met with bemused
looks. Did a bit of body rapid surfing which was mental although i drank
half the river and had to put up with Prescott giggling like a schoolgirl as
the euphoria overtook his senses. We then jumped off some fat bridge and
Prescott tried to copy the Americans backflips. Everyone knows that this
would lead to invetible disaster as Prescott has all the athleticism of a
sloppy turd. CRASH BANG OWWW!!! Cue much muffled laughter from above. We
also had a safety kayaker called Rambo who lost control of his boat about
thirty twelve times. Very Reassuring.
Other things from Peru……
We saw the President he really looked a man of the people. Probably no
taller than a garden gnome and attired Partidge style in Bomber jacket and
jeans.
Guinea Pig tastes splendid although i had to turn down the head and claws.
They love a festival out here, not your Glastonbury or Creamfields mind, no
if someone so much as peels a banana or sneezes they bring out the brass
band and march for 6 hours… in a circle.
Everyone thinks Prescott is Prince William!!!!!
Anyway enough, enough. We´re off to a place called Ica today to do some
sandboarding and down the coast.
Will write personals soon, very soon. But Prescott the big lardy horse wants
food.
Briggsy xxxxxxxx
jamesbriggs11