Spanish Seville War

Friday afternoon and the 3rd of our scheduled 'Hispanic Cultures' tutorials.
This is where the tutor offers us guidance and support.
Some directional advice on aspects to consider and pitfalls to avoid.
It goes without saying that 'Wing Man' has chosen not to grace us with his presence.
At least the ditsy one has turned up.
She apologises for the previous day's 'mix up' that saw her in the shower when she should have been brainstorming with the rest of us.
She informs us that she's done 'a LOAD of research' and that she'll type it up over the weekend and email it to us.
I decide not to hold my breath.
I can tell from her appearance where her priorities lie.
She is one of those girls who spends at least an hour in front of the mirror every morning, back-combing, teasing and spraying her 'titian' locks (it's no longer P.C. to say ginger) in an attempt to achieve the 'just got out of bed' look.
Plus another hour for make-up.
Which is orange.
'Lady Marmalade' is going to be trouble.

We have one more week until the deadline for submission of our first assignment.
We are nowhere near prepared.
And within the group already, the early signs are there.
A rift is emerging.
I can see the team starting to divide into two camps.
Those who 'do'.
And those who 'don't give a shit'.

©Alacoque Doyle