Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
In contact with the locals
I knew it: when you feel bored in England, go to the nearest pub. As long as it is old-fashioned enough and serves real ales, it will make you feel better. There is something utterly right about English pubs. Anyway, I went to the Duke of Cambridge, where I got into a bit of chit chat with the locals, I drank a Aonach, a beer from Stationhouse Brewery. I bit too caramelised for my taste, but enjoyable. I scared the pub's rottweiler and it scared me. Basically, that monster of a dog (cause a rottweiler is big and bulky, see) sniffed me, which made me jump, so by jumping I scared the rottweiler, which looks scary but obviously isn't very dangerous.
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