My amusing British tourist story
Mar. 6th, 2006 05:29 pmIt's not just Americans who encounter the peculiarities of the British. This is one from my own experience. The year is 1981 or 1982 (I forget which). The month is March. I and a small number of lunatic friends are staying at Lagangarbh, the JMCS hut in Glencoe. It is a Tuesday. It is pissing down. Avalanches are rumbling away on both sides of the glen. Climbing is an option that not even the Japanese would consider. We decide to explore the fleshpots of Fort William. Fort William does not look encouraging so we repair to the inappositely named "Tourist Information Office". Our enquiry as to the entertainment available is met as follows... {insert music hall heelan' accent} Well boys, sometimes they show fillums at McTavishes on a Thurrrrrsday, but today's Tuessssday, so ye can get wet, or ye can get drunk for there's damn all else to dee. So we did!
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Date: 2006-03-07 09:03 am (UTC)*rolling uncontrollably on floor with laughter*
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Date: 2006-03-07 10:23 pm (UTC)I was going to ask why you bothered to get pissed in Fort William when you had the Clachaig on your doorstep.
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