For this slice of Flat Cap, I thought I’d recite a recent occurrence from my ongoing London adventure. My flatmate is rather jealous: he says he’s been here for four years, and doesn’t have as good an anecdote as that which occurred on my second day.
Someone asked me what my name was, but I decided to have a bit of fun and give them a fake name. Except...
Me being an utter eco-hypocrite, basically.
Running through a very crowded street, bumping into lots of people. I decided to shout 'pardon!' with a French accent instead of saying 'excuse me,' in English. I felt that people on the continent hated the English enough as it was.
Whilst in my Halls of Residence at university, I informed everyone on my corridor about some maggots I’d found in one of the pans in the communal kitchen. There were no maggots. I just wanted the kitchen to get cleaned for once. And it did.
I once told a fat girl in a club that I was agoraphobic so that I had an excuse not to go on to the dance floor with her.
July 24, 2011 by Liam
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