Tie food.

Being in America makes it hard to observe things in England and make potentially hilarious commentary on them.  Fortunately, I smuggled my notebook over.  Within its sleek black walls, its off-white, lined pages have literally sentences full of witty perceptions of life in the UK.  Once the reservoir of material has run dry (probably by the next post HAHA), I shall attempt to draw comparisons of life here and there.  Look forward to it.  It might be good.

I've had to put my stamp collecting on hold whilst I'm here.  I was doing well - I was up to about 20.  I do admit I have cheated a bit, though.  A few of the stamps came on the same envelope.  Oh snap.  Was that a joke?  A beautiful four-liner, if ever there was.

I don't like the fact that in most toilet cubicles, one has to straddle the toilet in order to successfully get out of the way of the arc of the door and close the door itself.  Which way do you stand?  Back to the porcelain, legs akimbo, chancing the awkward eye-catch of a fellow restroom-goer?  Back to the rest of the place, bracing yourself against the wall in the desperate hope that it has been cleaned in at least the last 24 hours?  At least if you go for the latter, you can casually flick the door closed behind your back.  But pray that you do.  If you don't you run the risk of leaning back onto the door and having it push you back against the wall and further towards the toilet.  Much to the merriment of the four other gentlemen in the cinema restrooms.

I have been trying to learn snippets of different languages while I'm here.  To say hello, at least, in as many languages as I can.  I've got quite a few down.  Konichiwa.  Sin Chou.  Nei Hou.  Ketcha.  Anyon.  Chescht.  Salut.  Hola.  Tschuss.  Hej.  Howdy.  Sawat Dee.  etc.  These are in no way spelt the way they are meant to be, it's just how I picture them being pronounced.  In our alphabet, at least.  I also know 'monkey' in Mandarin:  Hoú-zi.  One of the funniest things you can hope to experience is a group of international students who are all very, very tired.  When accents start to slip, it is amazing.  Once of my friends just started speaking Hindi to another friend who is Born and Bred American.  Too tired to realise!  Immerse yourself in culture.  Meet people from outside the country and don't be afraid to talk to them about it.  If they have a foreign accent, don't be afraid to ask where they're from.  Unless they're Welsh.  It's best to avoid them in that case.

Maybe I have a little bit left in the well of my notepad.  We'll see.  I'll be sure to make some comical observations as the days go by.

Good talking to you.