Sunday, March 18, 2007

Cambridge Punters


(Above: Kings College - the most beautiful (read: you have to pay if you want to take a look) colleage in Cambridge.)

The word "punter" is a universal term for almost anything.

Punter (noun) – somebody who is placing a bet/betting

Punter (noun) – client (as in a patient)

Punter (noun) – customer

Punter (noun) – the person who rows those second class gondolas (like the ones in Cambridge)

Punting (verb) – as above, this can mean you’re either betting or rowing a “gondola”

I shall be doing the latter once the weather gets warmer (and will endeavour not to fall into the river).

Skiing for Dummies 101


Bulgaria is beautiful in the mountains, and somewhat scary in the city.


Closetblonde's Essential Guide to Skiing:
Go East (as in Eastern Europe) if you're after cheaper, and less touristy skiing. You won't see Prince William on the slopes (as they all go to Aspen), but other celebrities spotted included Kermit the Frog and a "Tigger" with scary dilated pupils. (Hard to tell from the photo, but I think he was on drugs.)



Essential Skiing Skill: Note that when skiing down from the top of a mountain (such per picture below), there is no such thing as "barriers" on either side of a ski path (unless you're skiing in Western Europe of course), so it is essential to be able to turn and change direction. If you can't you will either:
a) crash into a tree (just like in Skifree - remember that free Microsoft Windows game back in the 90's?)
b) fall off a cliff and start rolling down becoming a bigger and bigger snowball - well, that's what happens in cartoons anyway...
Second most essential skill is being able to STOP.


Big No-No: Balance - if you have a known deficit in this skill department, you may as well give up, hand back skis (and go for that hot chocolate or beer)....
Even Bigger No-No: Telling your ski instructor that you thought he was 40 (when he was actually only 29). Oops. (Wasn't me - thankfully some other girls beat me to it.) Insulting your ski instructor = guaranteed pain and torture in future lessons - I had a mean one who kept on trying to push me off the cliff.



FACT:Skiing is dangerous to your health. My school class started with 14 people, and by the 6th day, there were only 3 of us left (inclusive of me). By then it had truly stopped snowing, and we were basically skiing on ice and gravel...
Your Typical Culinary Cuisine at a Ski Resort: Expect to pay through your nose for fast foodie type stuff (that doesn't taste particularly great).


Expect to Pay for almost anything and everything you can think of. (I'm surprised that they didn't charge me for taking snow to make an ice bag for R. post injury or charge me 1 lev for the taking a photo of this snowman. They did have an igloo up the top of one of the mountains - "Hotel Yeti" - door entry was 1 lev...)

...And the rest of Bulgaria (Capital Sofia)

Sofia summarised in two words: scarily depressing. Nobody took photos of the little village that was colonised in 4 AD. The main city attractions consist of old communist relics (none of them well maintained).



(Above: Welcome to the city centre of Sofia.....)


(Above left to right: St Alexander Nevski's Cathedral, some run down relic of something or other)

Most Quirky Store: The "hole in the ground" convenience store..... literally. (Took us a while to figure out where the actual opening was.)




One Very Good Reason Why You Should Never Pick Up in an English Club

Funny is this picture.
Even funnier is when your friend asks you which guy you're referring to when you show her the photo. (Ouch - what an insult to R. and R.'s girlfriend. I laughed until my sides hurt and only stopped when I choked on my own saliva.)

If I did an anti-drug campaign, I would blow this picture up to at least A3. (Don't do drugs, kids....)

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Beautiful Paris

Oh Paris, Paris….. There’s something just intoxicatingly beautiful and charming about the place……

(Arch de Triomphe)

The Vibe: Parisian old meets new.

The women ooze with sophistication and are well dressed in an “understated chic” sort of way.

You know you’re in Paris when…you can buy a crepe every 100 metres.

You know you're in Paris when...you pretend that you cannot speak English to avoid being swindled.

(Above: I'd be crying too if I had a seagull permanently stuck on my head...)

The Good: My scrumptious chocolate dessert which even had gold flakes to boot. (These damn pharmaceutical company make way too much money.) Both R. and my manager had the exact same look when I told them about the dessert - it was as though they wanted to “harvest” me. (Reminded me of the fable about the chicken who laid the golden eggs…..) Sadly, that dessert really was the highlight of my trip - (yes, it was that good to the point that I sometimes still dream about it. Typical of me who is food obsessed......)

The Bad: Watch your back – petty thieves are plentiful in Paris – which is why I conveniently do not speak English in that city.

The Ugly: Having to spend 8 hours on the uncomfortable airport bench waiting for my aunt to arrive on a delayed flight. (Note that Charles de Gaulle airport is one of the worst airports to be stuck waiting for somebody.)

And just to prove that I did attempt to do a few touristy things – note the Eiffel Tower (my pathetic attempt to capture it in the background).

"Old McDonald had a Farm"

....And now I have proof that he does - and that he sells chicken to Marks & Spencer.



English Oddities & Other Cultural Observations II

“TAPS”

You get two separate taps in most bathroom and kitchen sinks which means you either get:

1) extremely cold water or

2) extremely hot water.

The logic behind the two separate taps is that you’re supposed to fill up the sink (or use a basin), but who really wants to do that if it’s in a public toilet or just for the fact that sinks usually aren’t all that clean? Most Londoners have instead perfected the technique of turning on both taps and flicking their hands side to side from the freezing and scalding water.

HOW TO DESCRIBE SOMEBODY WHO IS VERY SICK IN ENGLAND

You use a somewhat grammatically incorrect sounding term such as “poorly”, as in, “He’s quite poorly”. Strange….. Never say you’re “sick” unless you’re talking about throwing up – but I’m sure most people realise that….

AUSTRALIANS ARE GOOD AT TALKING BULLSHIT WHEN THEY REALLY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.

When English people don’t know something, they make up something really lame - just to get rid of you.

LENGTH OF TIME IT TAKES BEFORE YOU START SPEAKING LIKE SOMEONE OUT OF ENID BLYTON (IE: BRITISH-SPEAK):

Three months. (To the people who tell me that they have always used the words “brilliant” and “bullocks”, all I have to say to them is “bullshit”.)

“COMPUTER SAYS NO”

The phrase that describes the typical English worker. They won't proceed with their work if you forget to tick a box or add some minute detail in a form/referral - even if your mistake is something extremely obvious. Instead, you usually have to re-tick the box and re-send it to them AGAIN as they won't tick it for your even over the phone. (Either that or they send the form back with great pleasure….) People do not do anything that is outside their job description even if it means something bad may happen. (A lady at one hospital nearly had a miscarriage as the lab technicians who noticed that her blood works were not normal did not bother to inform the doctors as it “wasn’t their job”.)

“MUMMY WHAT IS DADDY DOING TO THAT LADY….?”


English men think this is the art of seduction. All I see is Beckham groping. (Plus Beckham is married with kids – this is just so wrong….)

“WHERE IS THAT ACCENT FROM?”

Went to a special school on a work related visit where I meet a teacher who had the strangest English accent. Initially I thought she was making fun of one of her students (as she was talking in that “retarded” sort of voice people sometimes use when making fun of people with intellectual disabilities). I thought it was extremely rude and inappropriate, and was wondering why nobody was saying anything about it – and then I realised later that that was her normal voice as I met somebody else with that same kind of accent/intonation. Oops.

THERE’S AN ENGLISH TERM…..

…..for describing when things ago awry, and I can’t quite work out what it is. My manager used it a couple of months ago at a staff meeting. What I heard was, “If his wheelchair gets fucked, we’d just have to try an alternative,” – although I know that’s not what she said because:

1) The English are very formal and would not dream of swearing on the job. (Well, in the health industry at least – aside from me – under my breath.)

2) Nobody in the room flinched when she said that. (Given that people flinched when I blurted out that some client was likely to be a hypochondriac – a thought everybody else had but was too afraid to say it, well you get the idea)…….

All I know is the word most likely rhymes with “fuck”….. (Any suggestions….?)

IF YOU ARE FROM WALES....

People will think that you sound Pakistani.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

“I Heart Banksy”

For those of you who aren’t in the know, Banksy is a famous – (some may argue that it’s more of “infamous”) guerrilla artist in the UK known for his controversial (and impressive) stencil graffiti that pop up all over the country. Underlying his “sketches” is usually a clever socio-political commentary of sorts (such as the statue of liberty stencil). Given his popularity, there are plenty of “copy cat” Banksys’ floating around. The Statue of Liberty is definitely Banksy’s work, but I can’t figure out whether it’s the real McCoy of one of his stencils somebody decided to purchase off ebay. Note that the Andipa gallery is displaying his artwork at present – you just need to have a minimum of ₤6,000 squirreled away in one of your hollowed oak trees…. *sigh* Note that his Andy Warhol version of the Campbell Soup screen print – Tesco’s Tomato Soup - hung without suspicion in the NY Met for about 6 days before somebody actually noticed it wasn’t supposed to be there…. (I would have bought that, but I balked at the ₤20,000 price tag.)






Stencil graffiti has even made it’s way to Canterbury. (Notice the prevalence of farm like animals…..)