Okay, so it's Monday morning, we've finished our first shift and we're both a little subdued.

We had a busy weekend. On Friday we went to see another selection of short films at the biblioteca nacional. One was a documentary about obsessive fans... we've all seen similar on BBC2 but the subjects of adulation were different. Sandro, a singer who seemed to model himself on Elvis in 1963 inspired Tom Jonesian levels of devotion from all sorts of people (including a couple of impersonators, one of whom was incredibly creepy: imagine mixing in equal parts Elvis, Liberace and Bella Lugosi). There was also a guy who collected a 1960's version of Kinder surprise toys and a bloke who said that, on the whole, he actually could imagine killing someone over the Torino car
because "it's as important as my son."

Then on Saturday we met up with the Flickrianos for a birthday celebration... we were a little Argentine about it... we went out for post-dinner drinks at 1am... latecomers were still arriving as we left at 4.

And Sunday was a rehearsal/party with the band... Liz came along and was chatting away to everyone while I pretended I was eating (or is it playing the harmonica?). Another late-ish finish hence both of us yawning like walruses this morning....  ¶ 2:12 PM