Photos that don't fit the Buick City Complex
Ah yes. The road sign. I was always thrilled at how the road signs there differ from here in the samll towns or villages. I like yours better.All these pictures you post bring me the greatest smile,always. It is one thing I look forward too all the time. It shows me what I have always missed because I go to the north and stick there like a bug in a rug.And the car comming towards the camera, on the wrong side of the road...I love it! Everytime I come over I try to get my good mate Adrian to let me drive, and everytime I almost always wreck, well when at the round-a-bouts! well....also because I can shift with my right hand but not my left very well..lol
Sometimes it's only the little details that are so different between our two countries. I'm sure that's what makes the other's environment so fascinating.I have taken my holiday in America for the last 4 years and I love the driving experience (more so outside the big cities.) I know you good people find our roudabouts a little worrying but they're fine really. Just treat them like a racing circuit, that seems to work!More photos soon...
a racing circut? eeekk...can't do it coz when I go around I want to be on the other side of the road when I choose the street to turn onto, I forget I am to drive opposite.....a LOT!heheWe have some round-a-bouts here and I'm used to them, I just can't imagine going the other way, maybe someday I'll get the hang of it.I got good news yesterday, My mate in Sheffield is flying over here after I go there..he's comming in October.... (as Kieran would say) I'm well chuffed!
You really are getting into the spirit of visiting the UK! You're talking like a local!!You know how it mostly rains here? Well this week has been summery - sunny and 75F most days. As I'm not at work for a few days I've turned brown-ish.
birdy road name. i like that.
Me too. Makes me chuckle every time I wander by.
ohhh got a farmers tan do you?yeah I think everytime I come over it either A: rains everydayor........B: is nice the day I arrive, shit for a few days nice again for 1 day, then shit again for the rest of my stay...Thanks to Stuart I have quite a bit of english slang stuck in my head. I'll never forget the first time he said to me about how he got pissed up, and all I could think of was someone pissing on him, not getting totally smashing drunk coz he had too much stella...lol...oh and when he said about a 'bird' i actually thought he meant a live bird, not a girl..hehe
Bearing in mind my former relationship with the bottle, I know all the British slang for getting drunk, here's a few:Hammered, levered, wrecked, slammed, plastered, bladdered.They always say England and America are seperated only by a common language.
Yes thats very true PV.We are no different at all.If you stood us both next to one another the only difference that woud be known would be when one opened his mouth
Good point. You know the slang for a cigarette in the UK is fag?I don't think I would ask for one in an American tobacconist though!!Language is beautiful and slightly dangerous too..
yes yes pv I know it is called a fag...lolwhen i was first told this i of course took it the wrong way and when my friends come here from the uk they always say fag and get odd stares when in the cigarette store.I have a funny one about my friend Tony and buying fags...remind me later to tell you about it. back to work for me
I'm home from work so I'll tell you now.....Tony is from Hereford near Wales....He came to visit with me for 11 days and whilst at a convenience store named Turkey Hill he asked the man for some fags, this man who worked there is gay, his name is Mark.Mark gave him this funny look and I think my jaw hit the floor, and all I could say was 'no no he wants some smokes oh my god' and i laughed but i felt embarrassed at the same time.Tony gave me a stupid look and says back to Mark, 'yeah. just a pack of fags..wots wrong with you kimberly?'I had to explain to Tony what he'd done after we left the shop. And al Tone said was "Blimey"
Thanks for that little story, language can be so dangerous in the wrong hands! No wonder he said "Blimey!" He picked the wrong man to use that word to...Just as well I gave up smoking, I'm sure I would have got myself into trouble too!
you have a beautiful city.
Mussolini - a salty seaport washed by warm south westerly winds. It'd be even better without people!I live on the outer-most outskirts which are quiet and balmy.
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