Brits abroad
We had a bit of a birthday bash on Saturday, down at Gul's cafe by the beach. The two other British lads who live nearby came.
Brits abroad. I am the one with the hair, by the way.
When you live abroad people tend to assume you should automaticaly be friends with any other ex-pats in your area. Peter, on the left in the picture, I would probably have chosen to be friends with even back in the UK. Tony, on the right and on the other hand, I probably would not have socialised with at home. He thinks a bit differently to me. Let me give you an example.
We were talking about shoes. I know, I know, get two blokes together and what else will they talk about. Anyway, I said;
''I've only got one pair of good shoes, and I keep them in a box and only get them out for weddings and funerals and, errr...''
''Court appearances?'' suggested Tony.
''I was going to say job interviews.''