I think there's a correlation between cool people and liking tea and toast...Just saying. (There has to be - it's the most amazing munchy-munchy snack in the world)
A fine snack; not unusual for a Briton. Yet right this minute I'm snacking and it consists of - half a tub of coleslaw - a coffee..in a mug..not a bone china cup..with Homer Simpson on the front. Homer is saying: 'If you don't do anything you'll never mistakes.'
Tea and bourbon biscuits was my afternoon snack. All while watching cricket. And then writing my football season preview.
I'm honestly not sure the adjective of 'British' really means anything anymore. Sherlock Homes, Bowler hats, and shooting goose and poor people are about as British now as Indian food and throwing up outside Weatherspoons.
I shall leave this wonderful discussion of Britishness to chill out outside in the warm, sunny day with my dogs. Ciao!
I'm now going to get even more British by saying that I'm off t' pub quiz. For which my team currently comprises me and my best mate. Two of us against the world/Huddersfield. What I'm trying to say is if anyone's in the vicinity, stick your head in and give us a hand
Here's some questions to ask your mates in the pub: #1- What year was the original Newcastle Ale made? #2- What was the first pub song ever composed in Britain? Bonus: If one or more of you know the lyrics, sing out loud for the rest of us.
Crew of monkeys sums my lot up tonight. Though, to be fair, I was also a fat lot of good, spending more time ogling the pretty girl at the bar than paying attention to the questions. And I got followed home by the police, which was fun. Especially when they overtook me and did 70 in a 40, prompting an outraged 'OI, that's my job' from me
^haha, I know. They urk me sometimes. One time a cop followed me to our local library. Our sticker needed to be renewed then so I was like FREAKING out I'd get pulled over right in front of my library. Ugh, that would have been the worst day ever for me. Yeah, my reputation would've probably gone down for a few of my librarians XD
I hate driving around cops.... It makes me freak out, like everything I do is wrong even if it's not.
Me and Ash got pulled over by the police on the way back from the election count last Thursday night. It could have been annoying, but honest to God the expression on the guy's face when I wound down the window was priceless. I think he was expecting a couple of drug dealers in hoodies, not an impeccably dressed (if I do say so myself) pair in a suit and a dress. He asked where we'd come from, then decided we probably weren't the people he was looking for (no mind tricks involved, honest!), and we parted company.
My uncle has the best story. He was driving across America with some friends, carrying less-than-legal substances when a policeman pulled him over in one of the central states. Everyone was really nervous, but the policeman seen the guitars they had in the back and just wanted to know if they were a band.
Holy hell, how does this happen? I am doing a near-to-be final draft of a short story, and I've been changing and cuting a few small details and cleaning up the writing and somehow it's longer than earlier drafts!
I can't explain it either, but I did that last night. I ended up 500 words more than when I started, and have no idea how it happened. Were you trying to shorten your story, or just edit it in general?
Not shorten is per-say, but I cut out a few needless details and tightened up the writing and I have around 500 words more as well.
