The Only Country Whose Name is a Backwards Gerrund

Apr 26, 2009 23:27

Landing! England! (see) There were three of us, and they put us on a bus and drove it under the cliffs. Used a payphone, with funny little octagonal coins: if the money looked less interesting, Stirling would fall further than it has; there must be a cusion provided by the thousands of pounds tourists must keep in change - just as I have done my bit for Macedonia and Hungary. Although the denari look like tokens for the pier.

I frightened a Macedonia child: he told me 'tredecet denari elen kilo' and I said 'ooo'. Didn't want to give him the money when his father was standing right next to him, it seemed rude, but he didn't want it. So I had a bag of tomatoes and no cultural awareness. A woman appeared with scales speaking English; should've given the money to the child, she charged me more.

Read all the newspapers since being home: apparently the government is about to collapse! There's this horrible, knowing tone in all the articles - found myself beleiving it myself. Glad we don't have the patriotic culture of the US, seeing as in all probability in two years we would have to swear allegiance to Cameron. I feel a bit like Sarah Brown must, don't like the idea of Dave and Samantha hanging new curtains in that house, rearranging the furniture: strikes me they'd keep it obsessively clean, as well. Oeuoeugh. Graduating under Cameron, too, what a horrible idea. 'Act two of the Drowsy Chaperone begins like this: a haunting lament from the bride...'
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