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HE'S GETTING ALL "SIMULTANEOUS" ON US

I have been reduced by the fragile Brazilian electrical energy infrastructure to writing this in a Cyber Café. An entertaining Sunday evening's in-house pyrotechnics ended with a burnt-out PC, exploding lightbulbs (and I wasn't even singing), six hours of darkness and Show fleeing into a frightful panic and manning the lifeboats far too early.

Tomorrow I have to don a suit and tie and head for São Paulo to take part as a Brazilian - English interpreter in a two-hour video conference meeting on high finance. I've never done this before, but have been compelled to make an attempt by economic necessity, natural vanity and a taste for some linguistic Russian Roulette.

If I can pull it off, the TEFL chains could be loosening, if not, I could be arrested and end up on the chain gang. If it's the latter, I appreciate your support over the past few months and I will be writing an interesting blog from an inhumanly overcrowded cell in a São Paulo penitentiary, whilst offering English classes to fellow inmates in return for a guarantee of sexual abstinence. Being a stout, pale blonde in Brazil has its disadvantages, too, you know - it's not all kissy lips and fancy trainers...
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No Good Boyo said…
Good luck. Perhaps you could camp it up in clink and put off all those machoes. Just a thought. I've seen that Kiss of the Spiderwoman.
24 October 2007 at 06:15
M C Ward said…
Interesting tactical vision. Carandiru featured similar cross-dressing strategies.
25 October 2007 at 11:23
El Gringo Vasco said…
a suit and tie in the tropical summer!!??

are you mad?
26 October 2007 at 21:04
M C Ward said…
Unfortunately, one has to be prepared to sweat for one's art. In any case, from the waist down I was in a pair of bermudas and Havaianas.
26 October 2007 at 21:11
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