I don't want no scrubs

Highlights of helping in Class 8 today include explaining what Scrubs meant in the context of the sitcom, followed by failing to explain how this was different to the meaning in the song "No Scrubs" by TLC. I think I made up for this by helpfully singing the chorus.

Another highlight was having to somehow explain to a very quiet girl why she couldn't present in front of the class that the Love Parade used to be called the Fuck Parade (inappropriate, and having googled this, also factually incorrect). The joys of teaching children that copy and paste stuff off Wikipedia without knowing what it means.

This weekend, I went to Neuerburg to visit Maxface. The village is pretty much how I imagined it to be; small, picturesque and featuring a lot of old people that stare, and some cats. We also went to Trier, where we drank massive nommy beers.

The lack of night life in Neuerburg meant our only real option on Saturday night was to get drunk in a park, though we gave up when the roundabout made us feel sick and we concluded that drinking in the park was less fun than we remembered it being. Lolling about on swings after downing vodka cherryade used to be the high point of my week. I feel old.

But not so old that this didn't brighten up my day. Vaguely amusing place names. Lol.

Dora.

xxx