rewind to an anecdote lisa told me of the july london bombings. she was pegging it to the station to get to the airport en route to rome. traffic was a bitch. the city had been through a wee ordeal but everyone was just, well, getting on with it. as you. chatting away the old cabbie, the subject of the bombings is touched upon in passing. ``well, it wasn't very nice, was it?'' is what the cabbie, frank, had to say on the matter. lisa, the new yorker, was left stumped. ``well, er...no i guess not..not very nice at all..''
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at such times i can truly say
am proud to be british. (or half. or whatever)
rewind to an anecdote lisa told me of the july london bombings. she was pegging it to the station to get to the airport en route to rome. traffic was a bitch. the city had been through a wee ordeal but everyone was just, well, getting on with it. as you. chatting away the old cabbie, the subject of the bombings is touched upon in passing. ``well, it wasn't very nice, was it?'' is what the cabbie, frank, had to say on the matter. lisa, the new yorker, was left stumped. ``well, er...no i guess not..not very nice at all..''
Love cabbies. When they are not running us cyclists over.
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