27 April 2011

I'm having a stereotypical American moment, and I'm not sorry.

I'm at the pub with my laptop, taking advantage of the free wifi and eavesdropping on other peoples' conversations, and right now, the highlight of my day is the two elderly men chatting across the room from me.

They're at a rickety corner table, big gnarly hands wrapped around their beer glasses, trying to outdo each other with their war stories and nagging-wife woes. And all I can think of is the fact that their accents make them sound exactly like Michael Caine. In a lot of ways, I'm more than ready to go home next month, but I'm going to miss people-watching at the pub.


(I used to know exactly what region Michael Caine is from, but I've since forgotten. So I'll just leave you with a few fangirly pictures and move on with life...)





...ahem. Yes. With the moving on.

2 comments:

  1. LOVE THIS BLOG...IM SO ENOYING YOUR TRIP THROUGH THIS BLOG AND I LOVE MICHAEL CAINE!!

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  2. That sounds like so much fun. I feel the same way on the bus, quite often. Oh, I have such tales to tell you when you come back! I've been saving them up.

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