mischief – the adventures of maxi-Andy

Sorry I just wanted to gloat…

The i-mate I’ve just bought comes in Spanish and according to all sources on the web I can’t do anything about it!!! The installation CD is in Spanish, the menus are in Spanish.

Woe is me.

So now I’ve gotta learn Spanish just to be able to use my phone or I can take it back to the shops and buy the same thing from amazon for the same price but in pounds (yes that’s right, you people in the UK are being charged through the nose)

*sigh* I wish I’d had the motivation to look this sort of thing up first…

I’ve been discussing the President of India encounter with Jay. His Indian mate Hari says this on the matter…

Jay,

Great blog by Andy dude,

The president Dr.Kalam is a very very down to earth person so I wouldn’t be surprised if Andy actually met him, but it would be more likely in a school or university rather than an auto rickshaw in Delhi.

I am sure the guy he met is the president look alike guy, by looking at the pictures of the man himself.

Cheers

Hari

The Poll has been taken down now and it seems that 70% of you are sure it was him, 1 of you thinks it’s a look-a-like and 4 of you ARE actually Abdul Kalam, the President of India

I was invited out today by one of my mates to watch the rugby then get pissed up, but I politely declined cos I knew that Las Zapatillas Rojas (The Red Shoes) was on at Teatro de Madrid, performed by the Ballet Madrid.

I’m really rather partial to Ballet and this is the third I’ve been to in as many weeks, which would be unthinkable if I were still in the UK, for reasons of time and money, so that’s yet another reason why living here has been so good to me.

Anyway, when I told the dude I was going to the ballet rather than watching rugby which I’m not remotely interested in, he said what you’d expect him to say…

“Going to the ballet?! You must be a bender mate”

Well I’m still tryin to work out why, going to see a show full of FIT girls with perfect bodies dancing is more gay than going to a pub full of drunks and watching 22 muscly hairy men beat each other up.

Any ideas?

Here’s the latest growth – didn’t see the point of updating this every day as you can see…

I was waiting for a train earlier, and the train stopped off at the station and there were these gorgeous birdsa waiting to get off.

Phwoar, I thought, looking them up and down.

Then the door opened, they got out and said

“Hi Andy.”

Guh!!!!

“Oh by the way, we’re in year 13, you don’t teach us.”

My balls felt like they were up in my mouth.

They strolled off in the opposite direction to go shopping. I went straight to hell.

I bought an i-mate k-jam so that now I can blog in those spare moments on the bus and when i would otherwise be picking my nose.

Blog output set to soar to unforseen levels as of next week, after these pesky reports are in

Shit the cars in Madrid don’t half leave it late to brake.