Friday was our election day. I went out there to support my friends, by having as many pints as I can possibly have. It is all about getting tipsy while you wait for the result, and it can be quite boring as the air is not exactly shouting
"parrrty onnnn!"
and you aren't there to make out with your loveliness either.

I ended up talking about parmesan cheese with a friend of friends, that, apparently, you can shoot the block of parmesan cheese by a gun or rifle to see if it matured OK.

It was actually quite interesting culinary talk altogether, including my favourite topics of culturelism.

None of my friends won in the end. It was harsh. Everyone is leaving as a result of that, and I will be stuck with that short bulky guy as our president for next year... Well, he seemed nice enough though.


The thing I recall the most every time we do these elections, is our Kev.
Kev says it all that student elections are popularity contests.
Kev was, well, still probably is the most famous gay guy in town, where I did my humble degree course. He stood for anything year after year and he always won. He always had outrageously well made posters for his campaign. (The best one was him pausing as Raffaelo's angels stare into the air with their chins resting on their hands.)


He was camp, he was loud and he was beautiful not because he was insanely good looking but because he was SO full of himself and people just couldn't get enough of him.

Election was just one of few things Kev did to show off how good he was at everything. He was the master of orchestrating himself to be "something else" and I seriously admired that aspect of him.

Really, if one needs a self-guidance seminor all needed is Kev.
Forget these crap make-over TV shows where people tell you soppy life stories and trying to convince you how ugly they are, (well, you are not bad at all and stop saying you don't have any boobs because I can see them from here.) and get him to sing a tune or two in front of you.

You just see him as the best example of how you can carry yourself and turn everyone's head around.

Or how to slap and tickle people's self consciousness so they will be dancing on your palm.

Or, to learn there is a definite line between THESE folks and THE rest of us.

Sure, he worked hard to be what he was, but just that confidence he had was more than enough to make us all drool.