Once Upon a December...

So I've decided I'm going to try and cover at least some of what I didn't blog about, so essentially the last few months. Maybe I can just to a month at a time and then I can start talking about the present in a few days! Maybe.
Well, we kicked December off with the end of classes- implying the beginning of studying for exams- and going to a Christmas Panto. Now, A pantomime here does not mean a bunch of skinny striped guys running around making funny faces and gestures, but it means a (generally Christmas-themed) farce musical comedy. Bedlam, the fabulous student-run theatre here in Edinburgh, puts one on every year that is student-written, or adapted. Last year's was "The Phantom of the Panto", and this year's was "Harry Panto and the Goblet of F*** Yeah!". When auditions were held, there were only two gender requirements, otherwise anyone could go for any role. McGonagall had to be played by a guy and Harry by a girl. It turned out to be one of the funniest things I've seen on stage. Dumbledore skirted about the stage, jumpy and giddy, while Snape sometimes flapped around for five minutes halfway through a sentence, tumbling over chairs and students. The epitome of happiness, Harry insisted again and again that he (she) wasn't going to be "prom king", and tried to make the best of his life, even though he spent the summer mourning his dead parents and locked away in the cupboard listening to My Chemical Romance. Ron "punched a cow to death" (such a lad). And McGonagall. Well, she (he) taught sex ed. and ended up stripping down to a pink leotard while lecturing the petrified students on the birds and the bees. I do believe that the entire show is on Youtube, if you ever fancy watching a bit of it.
Now, I've begun writing about Paris and it has become clear that that must become its own entry, as I have to head off soon. I'll publish more later today. I quite like the idea of writing a bit each day. 
So, apologies for the short post. Hopefully I'll get a chance to stick a few photos in the next one.