The English abroad

Who do they do that?
Spend all weekend in English pubs in the red light district.
Order at the bar when there is waitress service.
Insist on drinking pints.

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Dress in T-shirts and shorts in winter because it’s what you wear on holiday.
Moan about everything unless directly asked, in which case “everything is fine”.
Dither.
Complain.

Have I left something out?

~ by Debra on February 12, 2008.

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4 Responses to “The English abroad”

  1. Nope, I think you have just about captured everything. Oh, apart from the whole “just asking for things extra loudly when johnny foreigner doesn’t understand the Queen’s English” thing.

    dumbfunk said this on February 13, 2008 at 12:03 pm

  2. Yep,the shouty thing. I don’t know how I missed that.

    Debra said this on February 13, 2008 at 5:06 pm

  3. We’re not all like that though, I’ve even been known to eat mashed croquetten in bread and drink milk at lunchtime :-)

    rashbre said this on February 13, 2008 at 9:32 pm

  4. I know. I don’t feel remotely embarrassed when the likes of you or Dumbfunk visit my adopted country. But when the other lot arrive, I cringe and wait for my Dutch friends to reel off their list. The t-shirt thing is the most baffling for Dutch people, I think.

    Debra said this on February 14, 2008 at 1:28 pm

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