Why I'm hosting a Royal Wedding Party.
|Get me out of here. She's lost her mind.|
|This smells like cheap tat to me.|
|Somebody call the SPCA. This isn't funny anymore.|
As you might have guessed by now I not only talk to strangers but so desperate am I to meet other Brits that I am throwing myself into the Royal Wedding celebrations here too. I'm doing it in an ironic way, of course so my coolness is still intact. No, really. I'm not even a royalist but I do like an excuse for a party. Not only that but I'm going to the Royal Wedding breakfast at 5.30am at Montreal's British pub The Burgundy Lion too. Although they did recently serve me tea with teabag garnish and HOT MILK. Don't get me started.
So you see a Canadian's version of a British pub is very different to a real British pub. There are fewer glassings for a start. So if you are enjoying a bacon butty next Friday morning at 5.30am, watching the wedding on big screens and an Englishwoman sidles up to you just throw out a few sarcastic comments, a bit a swearing and some put-downs and you will make me a very happy woman. As for our Royal Wedding party, Canadians have been asked to dress as famous Brits. This has thrown them a bit. I'm expecting around 50 members of the Beatles.
|No way am I wearing this hat.|
Another post on being British abroad.
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