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Wednesday, 20 October 2010
The view from here...
What does one do whilst waiting on their loved ones to come out of theatre?
Apart from the general worry, one looks out of the window & enjoys the lovely tea & biscuits provided by the fantastic staff at London Bridge hospital. She should be back any second & the burning question now is: How high will she be?Posted via email from Aero
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Boorish
My girlfriend is from Georgia in the US & one of the cutest things about her is how she cuts her food into tiny pieces when eating, much like you would for a small child.
When I questioned her about it she informed me that it's "just how it is"in the US.
"Why don't you just eat properly, like normal people?" I probed.
She shrugs, "Eating with both your knife & fork is viewed as kinda boorish"
I've always associated the southern states of the US with good manners & respect so I can appreciate that she might actually be on to something here.
When I questioned her about it she informed me that it's "just how it is"in the US.
"Why don't you just eat properly, like normal people?" I probed.
She shrugs, "Eating with both your knife & fork is viewed as kinda boorish"
I've always associated the southern states of the US with good manners & respect so I can appreciate that she might actually be on to something here.
Besides, my father is Spanish and he uses a fork & piece of bread as his secondary utensil so I'm fairly accepting of anything.
That's not to say that I planned to change my ways. Let's face it, 36 year habits are hard to break
Fast forward six months & I find myself at a wedding reception in Illinois.
Fast forward six months & I find myself at a wedding reception in Illinois.
I don't want to be the odd one out so I start chopping up my food... much like you would for a small child. I glanced across at her & gave her a little wink.
"Aww, you're cutting up your food" she exclaims.
I continue to dissect my meal. "Well I don't want to look boorish do I?"
"You should only ever cut enough for three mouthfuls though" she adds.
"Really... why?"
"It's viewed as kinda boorish"
I rectify this social faux pas by eating everything aside from three mouthfuls & before you say it, I know. Boorish!
"Anything else I need to know before I continue?" I ask wearily.
"You should put the hand that's not holding a utensil in your lap"
By this point I suspect foul play & I fully expect to be the butt of a huge practical joke. I look up from my plate at all the other guests. Aside from those that are currently cutting, everyone else has one hand in their lap. I'm staggered.
It feels weird to eat like this but I fall in anyway. When in Rome...
"Oh... one more thing" she offers.
I roll my eyes, "There's more?"
"You need to put your fork down whilst you're chewing"
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Friday, 1 October 2010
Hello Valium...
Hello Valium... I'm a regular listener & a first time caller. That's to say, I've known many people who've taken it for various reasons over the years and am yet to try it myself. That is until this morning. I'm on a flight to Chicago and my girlfriend doesn't travel in mile high tin cans at speeds exceeding 600kmh without getting medicated first. It turns out I should have only taken one rather than two and preferably on a full stomach rather than an empty one. So far, I've slept through takeoff, thrown my drink all over myself and somehow seven hours have passed and I have no real idea how I've filled them. I've also eaten something which I'm pretty sure was omelette. It may well have been the tastiest omelette I've ever had. I am *really*looking forward to the flight home! My body has felt super fuzzy for hours, I like it...Valium can stay. Ooh... The flight attendant is coming around with snacks....
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