Ok, so it's a stupid title but those nice French fishermen decided to let us sail to England last Thursday. Good chaps, the French, I wont hear a bad word said about them.
I discovered two things whilst in England:
1) Even though I am bad at all sports, I am truly bad, I mean arse wipenly bad, at bowling! I blame myself for not checking the rules properly as I was under the impression that the idea of the game was to miss the skittles at the end. My constant pumping of the air with my fist earned me puzzled looks from the surrounding lanes and I even gave the women in the next lane to ours a sympathetic look as her 4 year daughter knocked all of the pins down! Boy, didn't I feel stupid later!
2) Oxford. Alright, technically I didn't discover Oxford, it was discovered by William Oxford in 1921. I meant that I visited Oxford for the first time. I enjoy visiting places in England that I haven't been to before. Oxford is one of those rare living museums, like Brugge. It's a joy to just walk amongst the ancient buildings and the even more ancient porters that look after them. The only fault I could find with Oxford is that there are too many bloody students there! The photo accompanying this post was taken in Oxford.
I returned to England topped up with fish and chips, my "cheers mate" is now phonetically perfect with just the right amount of a 'gawd blimey guv'nor' London accent. I once again refer to men as 'that geezer' or 'that bloke' and my larder is once again chock full of curry sauces!
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