Slagging people off
Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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I've also woken up to find myself in a room with a load of children. Three twenty something "ya" girls have taken over my home. I'm subjected to descriptions of "B.F's" as "a bit UG", while using 'words' like "ledge" and "facey"; with overly long end of sentence syllables. "Oh my god I remember what I did last niiiiighhhht". "Oh Nick is such a sweeetiie". "Does my bum look big in thiiiis?" Horrendous. I trust I will be forgiven for their shortly forthcoming violent, bloody murders.
It isn't long before I've made some new hostel buddies, and I'm out on the lash. There is an enormous amount of English here, all with that posh English twat accent. Does anyone North of Oxford go traveling? Where are the salt of the earth Yorkshire men, whose dulcet tones I know and love so well? Where are the Geordie lads and the Scousers? Everyone here is on their gap yah. Everyone here is going to perish in their beds with a pillow over their faces.
To be fair I've been a bit harsh on a few of them, they're not all silver spoon, clueless, wouldn't know arse from elbow fucktards. Just the vast majority. However this is what I've got to work with, so out we venture for the evenings entertainment. As luck would have it, I end up speaking to and buying drinks for an Irish couple on their honeymoon. The whole night. As an after thought I desperately lob the gob on the head of a pretty Scottish girl, who has clearly come halfway around the world to pull a guy in a kilt. I don't get very far. "Let me give you my facebook details" I slur towards the end of my capabilities of speech. "I'll remember your name" comes the response, before she disappears out the door. The taxi driver then swaps my real hundred for a fake on the way home. Perhaps if I stopped hating people they would like me more?