Well, so I am back in the land of big stuff and Carrot top.
*muses for a moment*
I have become acquainted with many accents. When Andrew wants to make me laugh he will do a Cornish accent (trust me you have to be there) I can do a Yorkshire accent (which really isn't English) and I can immediately tell the difference between an assortment of accents. (I feel like Prof. Henry Higgins heh)
I have become equally acquainted with the British road and street system, where there is no grid system and the rules and laws were invented by Dr. Suess (though many make a great deal of sense and I like round-abouts) and I didn't lose my mind too much, though at a stressed moment I told Andrew that the reason Britain wasn't an empirical power anymore because of their lack of grid systems in street design.
I am beginning to have an appreciation for beer. There are a lot of good things out there and I figure as someone who likes to learn a lot about food this is fairly important since beer has been about since the dawn of western civilization. I had quite a bit, and we are talking the big pints. and quite frankly I don't know how some people down more then three pints. (of course those are the sorts with beer bellies)
Jennie, a friend of Andrew's from Cambridge used to win some impressive drinking competitions and I definitely had some respect for her. I rather liked her a lot. She is this fiery red-head (take a deep breath
ekdogg she is taken) with a very pretty northern accent who I kept up with when drinking and then she dragged me over to talk to some firemen when I was quite drunk. She explained her technique for winning such competitions, she would drink a pint in one breath and akinned it to blowjobs when it comes to the swallowing.
Damn, what a country.
I took the tube around London in the stifling heat on a Saturday night filled with all sorts of people (including a man with the worlds ugliest feet) and we took the train to Leeds...and have seen all sorts of strange things and people.
Soon I will have photographs to show....
I am rambling. a lot.
*muses for a moment*
I have become acquainted with many accents. When Andrew wants to make me laugh he will do a Cornish accent (trust me you have to be there) I can do a Yorkshire accent (which really isn't English) and I can immediately tell the difference between an assortment of accents. (I feel like Prof. Henry Higgins heh)
I have become equally acquainted with the British road and street system, where there is no grid system and the rules and laws were invented by Dr. Suess (though many make a great deal of sense and I like round-abouts) and I didn't lose my mind too much, though at a stressed moment I told Andrew that the reason Britain wasn't an empirical power anymore because of their lack of grid systems in street design.
I am beginning to have an appreciation for beer. There are a lot of good things out there and I figure as someone who likes to learn a lot about food this is fairly important since beer has been about since the dawn of western civilization. I had quite a bit, and we are talking the big pints. and quite frankly I don't know how some people down more then three pints. (of course those are the sorts with beer bellies)
Jennie, a friend of Andrew's from Cambridge used to win some impressive drinking competitions and I definitely had some respect for her. I rather liked her a lot. She is this fiery red-head (take a deep breath
Damn, what a country.
I took the tube around London in the stifling heat on a Saturday night filled with all sorts of people (including a man with the worlds ugliest feet) and we took the train to Leeds...and have seen all sorts of strange things and people.
Soon I will have photographs to show....
I am rambling. a lot.
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Date: 2003-06-23 09:03 am (UTC)Glad you had a good time. Do your accent for me sometime k? We gotta get together sometime soon though cuz I miss you.
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Date: 2003-06-24 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-23 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-24 04:05 am (UTC)heck, I can even understand the Welsh.
so I may be a bit dotty.
Accents
Date: 2003-07-04 12:11 am (UTC)Re: Accents
Date: 2003-07-04 07:45 am (UTC)There is this old italian woman in my hometown parish. She came here just after world war two as a war bride, and you would think she would begin to have a clearer accent after fifty-some years of being here.
Nope! yet I have learned to understand her.
Re: Accents
Date: 2003-07-04 11:26 pm (UTC)Re: Accents
Date: 2003-07-06 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-23 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-24 04:05 am (UTC)