I drink milk, and a lot of it. In my tea, but also pure. And so I went to the supermarket for some milk. And again – I couldn’t believe my eyes. I am used to buy my milk in a 1 liter carton, or if I’m really thirsty I sometimes buy a 2 liter one. But you can’t find 1 liter cartons in the UK, and no 2 liter ones either.
But they have 1.136 liter ones, which is exactly 2 pints, according to the English.
Or 2.272 liter, which is 4 pints, if you wanna have a milk party.
Think about how confusing English cows must be with all those extra decimals !
You gotta love them, the English. I know I do.
So now, when you’re thirty, you do as the Brits: you grab a pint ;-) I only hope that you didn’t buy this one recently: use by mar 22…
Yes I told you I was integrating (and I guess you meant thirsty ..? as I have been thirty a long time ago :)
Yes this picture was taken in my internetless period, so that milk has been drunk already. (I wonder if that sentence is decent English …)
I stopped drinking cow-juice about a year ago. It had something to do with an American study about drinking milk and several forms of cancer.
I’m sceptical, but you never know.
Misschien iets voor jou? http://www.eigenzinnigkoninkrijk.nl/ (Eigenzinnig Koninkrijk is een portal voor wonen, werken, zakendoen, studeren, reizen en sport in het Verenigd Koninkrijk)
Of het bijbehorende boek van Volkskrant-correspondent Peter de Waard:
Leven in Engeland is geen Ha Ha Hee Hee. Nederlanders denken de Engelsen te kennen, omdat ze hun humor waarderen en hun taal verstaan. En als de Engelsen in werkelijkheid veel gecompliceerdere wezens blijken te zijn, voelen ze zich verongelijkt zo niet bedrogen. Wie in Engeland wil wonen, werken, zakendoen of vakantie houden moet zich aan de gebruiksaanwijzing houden. Een portret van een Eigenzinnig Koninkrijk dat links blijft rijden, alles afweegt in stones, geobsedeerd is door voetbal en cricket, The Beatles en de Spice Girls heeft gecre?erd en de euro niet wil. Hoe ga je met ze om, hoe begroet je ze, hoe krijg je een bankrekening, hoe doe je zaken, hoe leef je er, hoe reis je, hoe sport je, hoe proost je en hoe raak je verliefd in het Engeland van de eenentwinigste eeuw? Drie termijnen van Margaret Thatcher en Tony Blair hebben het land herschapen, maar het volk niet veranderd.
Met een voorwoord van Peter Brusse.
Thanks for the tip Ejee. I already bought a book like that (Living and working in London) which covers most of that. And to be honest – I haven’t read much in it.
Mostly because I have so much more fun exploring those things by myself in stead of reading in a book how you are supposed to do things over here.
It is great to be amazed about things that are different over here, it is fun to be embarrasing (as I am only human and do things the wrong way but I am learning every day – and people tend to appreciate that) and embarrased and it is fun to learn things by doing them (wrongly or not).
That is the charm of moving to another country – there are new things to learn.
Hejsa,
Good news! Your favourite film (yes, the girl in the cafe) will be broadcast next week by Belgian Canvas (previously BRT2). So your Dutch readers can tune in on April 11 at 21.35. :)
– You’d better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It’s unpeasantly like being drunk.
– What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?
– You ask a glass of water.
“My first wife drove me to drinking. It’s the one thing I’m indebted to her for.”
Also quoted as: “A woman drove me to drink and I didn’t even have the decency to thank her.”, or “‘Twas a woman who drove me to drink, and I never had the courtesy to thank her for it.”, or “My first wife drove me to drinking. I never stopped long enough to thank her.”
Have you two had to much Pan Galactic Gargle blaster or what ?
(I am currently reading Hitchhikers again, and what a brilliant book it is, it gets better every time I read it)