In Cedar City, Utah, we had dinner at a restaurant which had fried chicken as part of its salad bar. While I have nothing against fried chicken per se, I do think that you are asking for trouble if you start classifying it as “salad”.
After being in South America for about six weeks, I´ve just found out that the word I learnt for “computer” at school many years ago is now hopelessly outdated. Everyone says “computador” instead of “ordenador” these days. I´ve essentially been going into internet cafes and asking “Can we use two difference engines please?“
Within seconds of introducing ourselves to an American tourist at our lodge in the Amazon.
American: “I know a great website for scopes and all sorts of gun accessories.“
Me: “We’re British. We don’t do guns.”
American: ”What about muskets? Are you allowed to have muskets?”
However they teach the Green Cross Code to Antipodean children, it is obviously a very effective method. Australians and New Zealanders will not cross without a green man, even when they can see that there is nothing coming for miles. I feel like some reckless maverick crossing the road on the red man. In Auckland we even saw people waiting for the green man when the road they wanted to cross was all coned off and shut to traffic.
Mr Beet, in a restaurant in Cochin:
“I think the chicken sandwich from here might have been what made me ill.”
“Chicken sandwich please.”
I had to go the family planning clinic to stock up on pills for my round-the-world trip (my new GP has a rule that they will only prescribe 6 months’ worth - the clinic takes a much more sensible view). I had to fill in the form and was slightly puzzled by the question:
“Are you aiming to:
(a) avoid a pregnancy?
(b) achieve a pregnancy?
I’m not sure under what circumstances somebody would tick (c). Maybe if they were trying to achieve some kind of quantum Schrodinger’s foetus, a la Amy Pond.
Weird ad copy just hit my inbox:
“You have to feel sorry for those Tudor types, wandering around in flowing robes, tripping over their skirts with nothing but a flickering candle to guide them in the dark. Thanks to the miracle of electricity, candles can now be used for fashion rather than function, freeing up wax to perform a much more valuable service…Brazilian waxes”
It’s 5.30 and I’ve been up all night/morning working, so I’m wondering whether this is as bizarre as I think or whether it’s just me being a bit spaced out.
Mr Beet and I went to the travel agent to get some quotes for our round the world trip. Still haven’t booked anything though, mainly because we’re now thinking of changing our itinerary to include South America (Chile, Bolivia, Peru) rather than Southern Africa (South Africa, Namibia). Got a decent quote, but I did lose confidence in our travel agent somewhat when she had to use a calculator to add £1,000 to £1,800.
Why is the man advertising waxing and threading dressed like a squirrel?
Oh… he’s meant to be a beaver. I get it. I hope for his sake he’s not one of those exploding Latvian beavers.