There is an inexplicable pattern emerging in the social circle
we are developing, reflected in today’s picture…
On our first night here, we met two people called Andy at a
meal with a colleague of Claire’s. They in turn invited us along to a meal
attended by 4 couples, where I was the only man present not called Andy. Shortly
after that, we met a friend of a friend from home (who I’ve played squash etc with)…yep,
also Andy. Our first junk trip last week – 2 of the 10 or so Andys on board.
The final uncanny straw came on Tuesday, when we went to the
pub quiz that Claire won with ‘Team Seven’ four weeks ago. We already knew that
two of the attendees were Andys, but there was a new couple we had not seen
before, who had reserved the table. As soon as I saw this reservation on a
table, I knew at once it had to be us. Of course.
So if in doubt, if you come to visit just call any bloke you
meet ‘Andy’.
Our team was victorious once again – a relief, as if we had
not been it would have felt somewhat like my fault!
You can also spot in this pic some ketchup and UK-style
table nicknacks – another bonus of this pub was that it was all western food
(e.g. chicken wrapped in bacon and cheese with chips). Yum.
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