To say that I was the model guest would be like saying marmite is nice. True for some people but false for others. But this rosbif committed, through bulbous frogs eyes, the cardinal sin: I didn't do "la bise" (going around and kissing everyone). I also though that it was called the bees when chatting to a fellow Brit thinking the french must of been something like "faire l'abeille". Thank god I didn't try the line "Wanna make some honey?" I'm sure I would of been slapped rather than the blessed with a kiss.
So while I was there I tried some Fisher beer. Something I've been meaning to do since I worked in a french cafe when I was 14, so that first sip was going to be a seminal moment for me. Trying to explain that in French was a nightmare. They probably thought I was trying to explain that I was the boy on the front of the bottle or that I once was addicted to the stuff when I was 14 or that I once stole some from a cafe in France. Obviously none of which are true.
So my main aim with these posts is to put down what I find strange or different from Britain. The reason is that if one stays for long enough everything becomes normal and obviously being the good patriotic Brit I am I wouldn't want that happening.
So people didn't really get drunk. Ok it was a school night but the three Brits were the last to leave and I was definitely the most drunk. Now before you call the AA on my behalf, I was so sober I was able to cycle home very safely at just after midnight. Whereas back in blighty the mood would more likely of been "oh why not, let's get drunk tonight" and people would of been vomiting in the ash trays, sleeping with a torrent of dribble coming out of their mouths, telling everyone that could hear that they "really love everyone here, you are all just so lovely, did you know that? People should tell each other how much they love each other every single day, it should be a rule....." Or some other silly guff ad nauseam.
Anyway a very civilised affair after all.
Until next time.
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