And I laughed!

I am sitting here today prettily very made up (Clinique deserves an award), in very pretty clothes, just in from a recital. It was a recital given by my brother and I, or in better words, my brother and I gave a recital. And we laughed, geeze I haven't laughed this much in months. There was this in-between speech given by a lovely (as in hot) looking man whose English sucked. A lot. Too much. We couldn't believe someone speaking English like a goat ( a hot looking goat please note) actually was brave enough to go and show the world how bad his English was. First we looked at each other and smiled, then we did some sotto voce giggling, then it was a crescendo giggle, and then we laughed and cried and laughed so hard. I know that was rude coming from the Chetcuti twins, but just to lay the guilt off a bit, we were not the only ones who were laughing. And the more we laughed, the more the hot-looking man delivered some of the junkiest English I have ever heard. I really tried not to draw attention to myself, but of course I had to. I always happened. How the hell could I have known I was about to be treated to a pleasurable something of this sort when I took a mint 10 minutes before. I guess I laughed too much, and bang did the mint find its way into my wind pipe. And I coughed, and coughed and laughed some more. And I found myself coughing so badly that a sweet little lady actually turned and offered me a mint, when in actual fact I was already trying to dislodge one mint monster from my wind pipe. And I'm still coughing. But what a scream, I didn't bank on giving a recital, getting paid, and getting such a laugh for free. I'm not too sure I did Elgar any favour after that, but I just hope Ed would understand. He was a nice guy, a perfect Engish gentleman speaking perfect English after all. Oh and by the way, after I laughed so hard that I cried, Clinique is still sitting pretilly on my face with no give-aways.