Went to the Ford Maddox Brown, or what we affectionately refer to as Maddox, or even Maddie's. We sit at booth number 10 in the corner, making it ours and scowling at any locals who may have beat us to the precious seats. Maddox is decorated in a way that would be considered super classy in a college town, but there are plenty of older men in apple caps watching Sky Sports News over a pint. It's nothing fancy, a place to sit and chat with a pint of something lovely on draft. Nothing like that in the US, really, especially not in Columbia.
I still love hearing "cheers." I wish I could say that in the US without sounding like a complete tool. I'm prepared to get made fun of with the things I've gotten used to saying. Cheers and not thanks, asking for the toilet and not the restroom, till and not cash register, in queue and not in line, and looking right and then left to cross the street. I'm going to be so out of sync back in Missouri.
London on Saturday. Tomorrow is Didsbury, just to have a look around, it's easy to get to on the bus. And I should probably do some work as well. Boo.
Off to yell at the stinky cologne guys in the hallway. The shrew is back.
Trever in 8 days.
Cheers,
S
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