I survived yesterday's ceremony in Westminster.For a bit more than 2 hours I sat in Westminster Central Hall watching over 700 students receiving their prize for either an MA BA, Pg or however they call it. I had the privilege to meet "la fine fleur" of the world's future star generation in fashion. England's fashion fame is safe with young hopes, real home made breed with names like Kowit Pongpandecha, Yihua Jiang, Nevenka Nadya Vrtikapa and even Paulo Ferreira Silva da Cunha ( guess where he is from ). There was a Janet Lewis, but I think she was American.
It was fun to listen to those poor deans, trying to pronounce those names as clearly as possible while the students picked up their diplomas. With a full brochure with names on my lap ( to compare ), I couldn't stop laughing at what "monstrosities" came out of the deans mouths. Not that I would have done it better ( I would have massacred the name of poor Christina Elizabeth Wadsworth for instance ), but I can imagine the tragedy of those teachers training at home in front of their mirrors for hours to get their accents right.
Students queued up onto a stage, gave a little card with their name and title to a teacher, who passed it on to the dean who introduced the student to the public, then the student crossed the stage ( about 8 meters ) to the next dean, who gave him/her a diploma with a handshake. Guess who out of the 700 decided to kiss the fully dressed up dean 3 times on the cheek??? Karine of course! The poor 60 year old was so moved, he even came to chat her up afterwards in the tea room.
I wanted now to describe how each student crossed the stage to pick up his/her prize, like for instance Yoshiko Kishimoto ( "svush, svush, svush, svush, svush, svush, svush" ), or the tall very manly Gudbjorg Huldis Kristinsdottir ( "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM" ), but that would make this morning mail far too long ( again ). So I just wish you a pleasant weekend
Hi Charles, I sincerely did not understand your joke yesterday, until Dawn explained it to me. So there is definitely a culture problem here ( those of you foreigners who didn't understand it either, please send me an e-mail ). Is the following one funny then? Should be of the same mould than yesterday's.
Two guys are in a locker room when one guy notices the other guy has a cork in his ass. He says, "How'd you get a cork in your ass?" His friends explains, "Well, you'll never guess ... I was walking along the beach and I tripped over a lamp...There was a puff of smoke, and then a man in a turban appeared. He said, 'I'm a genie and I'll grant you one wish ...' And I said, 'No shit.'"