[timwilky]

Originally Posted by El Boccadillo

Just give me a bit of notice to run some lessons for Tim, Nemo and the boys in speaking Suvvern.....oh, and our summer starts when the weather gets a bit warmer (that's between 31 July and 3 August. It's autumn after that!!)

Paul

I have to inform you that in 1983 I worked for a year down south. During that time I did not idle my time away like the natives, but used the opportunity to learn their language and something of their diet.

Brighton will be forever in my memory as the only place where I have tasted a mouthful of the local ale. Spat it out and walked out of the public house leaving a full pint on the bar. Paid for as well, damn. I am now a wiser man and on seeing strange ales I ask for a taster before parting with my hard earned brass on a full glass.

Food. What no gravy for my chips and where are the babies heads?.

London. Leaned to navigate my way round with an a-z on my lap and cursing Hanger Lane and that stupid roundabout. Don't give them an inch because the cheeky b'stards take a mile.

Worst of all it is the locals. Place we had our London office in Chiswick seemed to be a dumping ground for all the undesirable employees of our principle customer. Emily Howard and Daffyd had nothing on these persons of dubious gender and larcenagenic tendencies.