I'm sitting in a computer lab in uni, killing time on my two hour break. I have a French book to read, but instead, I'm drinking coffee and nosying about on Heatworld.com (one day, I will write for them, I will do it if it kills me).

I am, however, undertaking the task of watching Charlotte's stuff while she goes to find a printer that works, so I couldn't possibly lose myself in the joy of Simone de Beauvoir's Les Belles Images in fear of someone running off with Charlotte's bag. I couldn't let myself do that to her.

In skiving, I have noticed that this lab is full to bursting with French people. Actually. They're everywhere. My ears keep pricking up at people saying, "Ah, ouais, je sais..." and "Salut!" It's like the French exchange students' common room.

Would it be wrong to go befriend one of them (or perhaps all of them) and bribe them into reading my French book for me?

I could prey on a little ugly one...

"Bonjour sexy! Pouvez-vous lire mon livre pour moi?"

He'll take one look at my absolutely massive hair (deflecting attention from chin - and you thought I was kidding) and say yes. I can feel it in my bones.

Posted: Monday 10 March 2008 14:56:56