'Glee' is a funny word.
While walking on the Comyn (freakish Old English rendering of the more common 'Common', which does not make any sense either, and basically it is a large green area), filming random things for them, I chanced across a small gambolling group of runts, shrieking pestilentially. Small grotty British boys always make me want to stab my arms with glass. While taking random shots of my surroundings, I caught on video the following exchange:
Small Grotty Boy 1: Who IS that???
Small Grotty Boy 2: It's a CHINKY TOURIST!!!
I silently blamed their parents, but it would have been so much more satisfying to saunter over and yank their underpants over their heads.
I would post the video up here, but I might then have to conquer a small African nation to pay for bandwidth.
Other news of note: having just completed a three hour Spanish exam, I no longer have to utter a word of the damned language ever again. This feeling, right here, this is called glee.
Exams will be over by the end of the week. This brings me, yes, more glee.