Normal service should hopefully resume tomorrow, but for now I am still exhausted after a week of explaining to confused Continental Europeans how the rules of cricket work, why we are seemingly obsessed with cocktails and foreign food, and that summer in Durham does not automatically involve the Wear breaking its banks and flood the local beer gardens, though only a fool would bet against it. I was also called upon to answer for our appalling coffee, defend the local maidens from disturbing advances by socially-retarded foreigners, and as usual had to make the difficult choice as to whether to explain the effects of strong ale on the human digestive system, or allow them to discover it for themselves.
Roll on next year.
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