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Glod is quite possibly the most cultured student at his school. Even more so perhaps then the girl who wore a french Pokemon t-shirt (Attrapez Les Tous!).

I've managed to have seen The Battle of Stalingrad (in marionettes), eaten enough lobster to be sick of it, and now I've seen an Opera. It was a big beefy affair, with surtitles and groping and innuendo (though no-one in the audience sang along). Luckily I was well equipped, having just completed my eleven years studying English I was able to say such things as "I see people don't watch for the plot, it's nearly as bad as Shakespeare"(I think I may of hurt someone's feelings with that one) and "Perhaps the leading female's emotionless performance was intentional as a subtle cynicism of Leander's infatuation".

Before you all go applauding the British education system, I should point out that I mainly learnt to write fluff with certain words in it inorder to knock up points in an examination, and that most of what I know came from the introduction my copy of Romeo and Juliet (who's to know where "Marred by romantic sensationalism" came from?)

More is to follow, but I need to pace myself.