Hi boss
We have arrived. Jet lag is a thing. Dan is dead. Duncan is a snake. Malcolm is Malcolm. St Andrews are here. Get psyched kids.
The beginning of worlds began in typically inauspicious fashion. We sat in a room for a day, pretended to do a practice round, and in Dans case, lay in bed. Mexico City, it turns out, is quite big. The journey from the airport was, to quote Sam Maybee, completely shit. Taking two buses after a 20 hour journey was distinctly unpleasant, but at the very least the hotel is nice. Yes the lifts are slow, and yes, it’s three to a room, but first world problems, no?
The burdens of jet lag mean that our chat has been distinctly sub par for the first day. Highlights include discovering Duncan’s kink, as you do. He claims that his private time is only enjoyable in the presence of the well known Japanese dish, Okonomiyaki. Take from that what you will, but we always knew he was a bit strange.
Duncan has also become a “big deal” in debating, by going to precouncil, because Dan couldn’t be bothered (fair enough) (Sam says I couldn’t be bothered, I say I have Spanish flu, whatever). Some random guy later found Duncan to tell him how great he was- the ego swelled exponentially. Duncan has also begun referring to Councils as “we”- Madeline Schultz watch out.
The conclusion of this is that Duncan is a total snake. Everyone else is still friends though, mostly. We had some excellent Tacos, in true Mexican fashion, while Duncan Crowe and Mooney chatted about the Cambridge 2013 final (as you do). Skipping the opening ceremony was a wise move, as other Scottish hombres took over an hour and a half to get there and sit in a freezing hall. Tacos take all, and tacos are always the greatest choice.
We’re now sat eating breakfast, which is a weird combination of eggs and beans- nicer than it sounds. Malcolm is plotting his weird Canadian example cases, and Duncan and Ruth are fine tuning their inclusivity narratives. Sam is trying to remember what a debate looks like, and what being a judge actually means. The practice round conducted on a bed was literally no help in this, but no comment as to why.
Discourse begins shortly. In the words of Gillis, get keen.
Adios amigos
Mucho amor x
Ps. Ruth “on a mission” Batten update. Found some guy in an Uber over the road. Take from that what you will.
Pedro xoxo
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