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  <title>The Adventures of Chibi Sensei</title>
  <subtitle>.... now with more spirit than an off-licence</subtitle>
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    <name>Chibi Ohajiki</name>
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    <title>Random Entry #68</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Mindless Self Indulgence - Lights Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sigh, did every idiot in Cambridge decide that suicide was the way to go yesterday? I have literally had most of the population of the city all too willing to drape themselves under both my and every other cars wheels in the city. Much as I enjoy the sight of a renegade pedestrian bounding merrily across my bonnet and being swept away by my wipers like some demeted Darcey Bussell, I could do without the subsequent insurance claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-chan and I finalised our holiday plans this week. We looked at abroad. We liked Abroad. Abroad sounded like something we wanted to do. We looked at flights. Mmm ... yes, well. Abroad can go stuff itself As much as we can afford it, flgihts abroad in the high season are an utter nightmare, with two flights for us costing £400. What also doesn't help is the 1 Euro 1 Pound thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off the Cornwall instead. Will probably rain but at least we can afford a pasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other holiday news we have booked a few days in London. We rather like our little jaunts in London, being somewhere between tourists and random shopping vistors. However I do need to acquire a very nice ball-style skirt for the Year 11 balls (sudden realisation and listening in on Year 11 indicates that the Magnificent Purple Dress of Win may be a little too magnificent - read cleavagelicious - for such a thing). Any suggestions where I could get a ball skirt in London for a fairly reasonable price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school news I have discovered that my Year 7s are so damn needy. I dread me asking "any questions" as fifteen hands will immediately go up before I finish "any" and the questions are often spectacularly stupid. This involved a poetry lesson where we read a poem and the kids had to adapt it to their own style, this was complete with helpful hits and a sample verse on the board for the class spanners, I thought I'd covered it ... oh no ... this is actually what I was asked last lesson with replies I wished I had said next to it. To add excitement, one of these responses if real! Guess which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, do I need to put the date?" (No, for you I will make a special exception)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, which pen do I use?" (One that you can't swallow)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, I have an idea but I don't think it's right" (That's what Hitler said)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss why are there crows outside?" (They are here for you my child)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss I can't write poetry. Can I write a story instead?" (Sweetheart, I don't want to teach you, can I teach a rotweiler instead?)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, I don't have the right sort of tissues with me." (Umm ... Well done?)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, shall I do the rhyming words in a different colour?" (Living dagerously aren't you?)&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, why is there a sixth former here?" (Because the sixth former has been naughty and I can't think of a better hell than catching up here with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and addictive random game fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playauditorium.com/"&gt;http://www.playauditorium.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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