Back in Oxford for a couple of days.
After a hard day at work, you rapidly dress up, jump in to the bus to go in town at the internet cafe (before it closes at 7) and then you realise you haven't received any email from your boyfriend. And your heart melts, you feel shitty and lost in cold world. Damn ;)
You know that you are in Britain when :
* the roof and windshield of your double decker bus suddenly hit tree branches while the driver is negociating a curve into a middle-age village;
* people say "fuckin hell" instead of "fuckin shit";
* they talk about the royal family at every news bulletin on "telly"
* ALL those damn stores and cafes close at 7pm even on a Friday night;
* there's a drunk Irish guy in the corner of every pub, bar or club;
* every houses on a street look the same, but not the gardens;
* you eat YorkshA pudding at the dinnA and it tastes like fuckin hell. A cup of tHea with that, my dear?
After a hard day at work, you rapidly dress up, jump in to the bus to go in town at the internet cafe (before it closes at 7) and then you realise you haven't received any email from your boyfriend. And your heart melts, you feel shitty and lost in cold world. Damn ;)
You know that you are in Britain when :
* the roof and windshield of your double decker bus suddenly hit tree branches while the driver is negociating a curve into a middle-age village;
* people say "fuckin hell" instead of "fuckin shit";
* they talk about the royal family at every news bulletin on "telly"
* ALL those damn stores and cafes close at 7pm even on a Friday night;
* there's a drunk Irish guy in the corner of every pub, bar or club;
* every houses on a street look the same, but not the gardens;
* you eat YorkshA pudding at the dinnA and it tastes like fuckin hell. A cup of tHea with that, my dear?