Don't get mad, get reading...

As it has been literally yonkers since I last wrote a blog entry, here I am...again on my owwwwwwnnn, going down the only road I've ever knooooown! Quiet, Whitesnake, not now. Get back in your box! Under my bed... creepy? yeah, it is.

So, what's a girl to do when she's out of luck and in a random city, looking for work that doesn't involve impersonating a lamp on a main street for people's pityful coppers or renting myself out as a children's entertainer for pretty low budget shindigs? Well, I will tell you. She starts a city-wide book club. Yep, don't get mad, start a book club. Of course.

Well, needless to say, as I am an all-around fandabbydosey specimen and pretty much a book-omaniac, it seemed only natural that my outlet would be to read books and have semi- aggressive literary discussions about books that I actually can sink my teeth into. With a bit of depth to them. Or something. So, I had my first meeting of the club last night in Starbucks. I showed up with my hand-drawn sign, reading 'Book Lovers Assemble' and a song in my heart. And a reaaaaalllly over-priced coffee (because apparently when I get asked anything these days, I respond with 'Sure would!' Para example, this is a little dialogue between me and the Starbucks cashier:
'Do you want cream on top?
'Sure would!'
'Would you like a double shot of coffee?'
'Sure would!'
'Ohh...really? Do you want to stay awake tonight or something?'
'Sure would!'
'We have a current promotion on- buy a biscotti and get a free used tissue, would you happen to be interested?'
'Sure would!'
*leaves with a sigh of realisation and a pretty swell used tissue*
Okay, so the biscotti offer was a bit of an imbellishment but I was muttering to myself as I went upstairs 'Seriously? You wanted ALL of these extra features?' I guess I have not lost my imbecilic ways yet...

Anywho, the meeting was a colossal success and I met all sorts of people from all sorts of places and we chose our next three books to read and all is sunny and nice and I'm excited to get started. Only problem, I started the first book today ('Cloud Atlas' by David Mitchell) and it's really tricky!!! Why, in the name of Julia Roberts highly over-rated smile, did I suggest such a ridiculously complicated book? The rest of the group are gonna haaaate me!




In other news, I spent a lovely Saturday and Sunday in a lovely city called St. Gallen last weekend. One of the more remarkable aspects of the trip: not a single freak on a single tram or train deigned to approach me...Eureka, I've been cured! I had a swell time and, although I have turned into a lazy mother udder with taking photographs, I took three pictures...which I should share now in my blog...because this page looks really bland without any photos! I had such lovely company, and he let me watch Strictly Come Dancing without complaining (even when I joined in with a particularly enthusiastic although not very accurate salsa dance of my own when 'Hips Don't Lie' came on, and we got a cable car over a water fall, and we talked for hours about all sorts, and I saw a blimp, and there were loads of elderly people all around, and a random dog jumped on my knee for a cuddle...as you can tell, it was the stuff that dreams are made of...

Or, more accurately, what Lizzie McGuire and a boy with a fake Italian accent would sing about
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-s7ol38Ifs

I'm really sorry...but now I can't stop singing the sonofagun song!! They're both Hilary Duff, by the way, though the brunette wig was very confusing I will admit!

Still, hey now hey now! :)

I'm gonna acquire a metallic semi-formal business suit as well, then when I got to Italy a fake Italian will totally confuse me for a literal pop star and I'll make it.

This is particularly important because I thought I was getting my big break on BBC last week but it looks like it won't be happening after all. Turns out moving out of your country, although qualifying you to be on the show about emigration, does mean you can't be filmed because you have already left the country...hmmm....

In other news, I've just been living life here, working some hours, and meeting up with various different friends,
having generally a great time and really loving life, just wishing I didn't feel so worried about gaining a permanent job...something needs to change in that regards soon...

On a positive note on the topic: FINISHED MY TEFL! I AM QUALIFIED :D I can even print off a certificate and frame it if I so desire ;)

I will leave you with this charming anecdote:

I was walking home from the tram stop last night when I heard a man wolf whistle. I ignored it. Then he wolf whistled again. So I glanced around. A man on his balcony whistling at me- have to hand it to him, that's commitment. Particularly as I was wearing that coat I have that makes me look like I have reaaaaalllllly short legs! So thank you persistent man, you've really made Switzerland feel like home.
One very positive thing about living in KleinBasel- so many Italians= much more attention!