Im Not Saying I Support Psychological Experiments On Children, But Pavlov Himself Would Be Proud Of The

I’m not saying I support psychological experiments on children, but Pavlov himself would be proud of the way I had my old class trained to react instantly to the opening notes of this song. It helps if you imagine it being sung by this guy:

 I... made a noise when I saw this. I’m not sure the noise is describable or repeatable.

As travelling to the frozen North goes, you could have worse days than this:

Me: It must be nearly SPRING because for the first time in a long time I am home and I am WARM and TOASTY.

My Brain: You live in a badly-heated and appallingly-insulated flat. It’s February in London. You are sick, and you are running a temperature.

Me:...which makes me WARM and TOASTY.

Ramadan observations -

* “I know our lesson’s usually at 3pm but can we make it 1pm for this month? I just... I just really need my afternoon nap.”

* *two guys washing a car, one hurls a bucket of water over the top that splashes into the face of the other* “Bruv! Aw, maaan! That went in my mouth, man! I swallowed that! You broke my fast, man! Aw, screw you bruv, I may as well just go get a sandwich now. Gonna eat it right in front of you, man.”.

* Evening train; within the space of about 30 seconds something like five separate phone alarms go off in our one carriage. A little old Bengali woman immediately dives into her big bag, cracks open a huge tupperware of dates and starts offering them around to everyone within reach regardless of race, creed or colour. I don’t even particularly like dates but I take my three because it seems to make her happy.

Accurate representation of Summer in the city.