I was on the bus home this evening, when I realised that one of the conversations a couple of seats away was more like a monologue; and the accent was rather familiar.
It was, in fact, a fellow ex-pat, lecturing a passenger on the joys of pasties. I couldn't see to be sure, but I'm pretty certain his poor victim would have had a panicky expression.... I was sniggering somewhat, as I'm naturally something of an afficionado of pasties, and we spent the last couple of minutes of the journey chatting.
It did get me wondering, though... I've met a good couple of dozen of ex-pats over here, and it's not like I get that much. Is there anyone left in the UK, or has everyone left for sunnier (Well, snowier) climes?
Also, after our chat, I've realised just how much I want a nice steak and kidney pudding.
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