brendy wrote:
Lawrence, don't get me wrong Im not slating the entire population but
as far as stereotypes go, its hard to find a bigger one than the non
passport owning "yank" thats not been out of their state in years (if
ever!), dont even get me started on the world series of baseball,
world + multi nationality entrants.
brendy, no worries. It wasn't taken that way. Funny you mention the World Series. This is a prime example of that isolationisticness (did I just make up a word?) I referred to earlier. It was began in that time frame of the isolationist mentality of about a hundred years ago. Oh how I could wander on with this.
If not the king, I am maybe the prince of wandering subjects, I find
it hard keeping to one debate without introducing a related
frustration also haha.
LOL got to enjoy the tangents. It just go's to show how intertwined everything is.
If no-one already knew, Frank Skinner is an English comedian, not
quite top rung but did have quite a bit of success with a show based
around football (soccer!) and had a good partnership in David Badiel
(sp) who dod manage to keep the audience entertained.
Don't know this Frank Skinner but I just got done watching a youtube video where he has McFly on. Funny stuff! British humor is keen, which often makes it difficult to appreciate, especially by the average American. Over the years I've enjoyed watching British comedy on our tv like Benny Hill, Faulty Towers, Red Dwarf, Keeping Up Appearances, Monty Python, among others, and still watch them when I can. Even with a bit of knowledge sometimes I just don't get it. Then there's 25+ yrs of Doctor Who
I have about a dozen tangents at the ready but instead will end with a joke.
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An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness.
After a full evening of this, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood...big, stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all...NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS. He really, really has to go, after all those Guinnesses.
He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know." "I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the bobby..."Just follow me." He leads him to a back "delivery alley," then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the bobby. "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want." The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen...manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, "That was really decent of you ... is that what you call English Hospitality?" "No, sir" replies the bobby, "that is what we call the French Embassy."
Long live the stereotype! ;-)
Lawrence
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