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Where dogs don’t bark
Particularly telling on the English way of life was my friend Deepa’s comment the other day (actually she quoted her friend, but never mind): “Yaar, these people, they not only keep their children quiet, but they even manage to keep their dogs quiet! You’ll never have a dog barking at you on the streets!… »
Englishman, oh Englishman
The English are possibly the most stiff-lipped bunch ever to sip beer and watch football, but one thing you cannot accuse them of is lacking a sense of humour. Their humour, like the rest of them, is very English – splendidly… »
A splash of salsa
Inside, more black ties and evening gowns scattered around a well-lit dance floor, where a sizeable crowd is swaying to live hip-hop. After dinner. “Do you feel a bit shabby?” asks… »
How to survive the English
Don’t tell an Englishman to shut up. He will drop dead with shock. In India ‘Aw, shut up!’, ‘Buzz off’ ‘Drop dead’, ‘Get a life’, etc are considered essentials in any healthy conversation. In England,… »
Nice, very nice
Art, or anything close to it, is completely wasted on me. That’s a known fact. Still I went to an art exhibition at Gallery 286 in London the other… »
Life stops for no one
He dies, you die, I die; life stops for no one. Life stops only for the one who… »
Warmth… in a cold country
Racism I had been told, is a favourite pastime in England. They don’t seem to play that particular sport much over here in Bournemouth (pronounced ‘Bon-moth’, with unnecessary vehemence attached to the first bit), except for poking fun at Americans… »