No to the FrogsLegs, yes to the Swede
Okay, so another very rain filled weekend in Oxford but Jade was my little ray of sunshine. We had a really fun weekend and we are doing the same next week but I will be her guest! Friday we gossipped in the Goose and munched in Maxwells, we even laughed at unfunny jokes thrown our way by the barmen but when no free cocktails were offered we were soon on our way!
Saturday night we were incognito-I was Olga, Jade was Burtress, we were Swedish stewardesses. Now normally this would be a pretty straight forward pretence and the majority of guys in The Zodiac are so drunk you could tell them your name was Ted and they wouldn't be fazed or put off.......however, when you are unexpectedly approached by the only Swedish guy in there it becomes a little more complex-his French mate we had almost convinced but the facade was eventually dispelled-mainly due to the fact that me nor jade spoke a bloody word of Swedish. We did manage to carry on the joke whilst munching on chicken burgers later on at glorious Bodrum Kebab. We agreed to put the frenchman and the Swede out of their misery and finally admitted that we were actually from the Czech Republic. After conferring, they seemed satisfied that we were no longer lying.....until they witnessed our eating etiquette. Jade shovelling chips into her gob at 100mph and me accidentally laughing so hard I managed to snort mayonnaise out of my burger, the Swede pointed a suspecting finger at the pair of us and said accusingly "you sure you are not English girls?"
Finally we came clean, but strangely this was apparently a good thing! If weighing up the good and bad of the French and the Swedish (based solely on two guys) I reckon the Swedish win hands down. Me and Jade decided that the French guy was far too annoying, plus his English was not up to scratch (says me, the monolinguist), and he had to keep asking the Swede to translate Jade-for some reason he could understand me but not her? Oh, and most significantly, the Swede liked mine and Jade's sarcasm whereas the French guy was very confused and just kept laughing when he didn't understand something. The swede was better dressed, had better hair and was younger. The french guy criticized our choice of food because it wasn't french. And finally, and this is what really makes the winner very much apparent....The French guy was called Nicolas but the Swede was called Albrekt-AKA Albert, which is the coolest name ever.
Anyway, the moral of this story is, don't talk to french guys and swedes for too long or you end up missing the last night bus, oh and don't lie and say that your swedish-say your Czech, yep that's about it!
As soon as jade emails me some photos I will add some.
Jade, good luck tomorrow. Ellie, Ben your rabbits have been fed, and cheers for letting us use your flat! I will bring your keys round tomorrow.
Saturday night we were incognito-I was Olga, Jade was Burtress, we were Swedish stewardesses. Now normally this would be a pretty straight forward pretence and the majority of guys in The Zodiac are so drunk you could tell them your name was Ted and they wouldn't be fazed or put off.......however, when you are unexpectedly approached by the only Swedish guy in there it becomes a little more complex-his French mate we had almost convinced but the facade was eventually dispelled-mainly due to the fact that me nor jade spoke a bloody word of Swedish. We did manage to carry on the joke whilst munching on chicken burgers later on at glorious Bodrum Kebab. We agreed to put the frenchman and the Swede out of their misery and finally admitted that we were actually from the Czech Republic. After conferring, they seemed satisfied that we were no longer lying.....until they witnessed our eating etiquette. Jade shovelling chips into her gob at 100mph and me accidentally laughing so hard I managed to snort mayonnaise out of my burger, the Swede pointed a suspecting finger at the pair of us and said accusingly "you sure you are not English girls?"
Finally we came clean, but strangely this was apparently a good thing! If weighing up the good and bad of the French and the Swedish (based solely on two guys) I reckon the Swedish win hands down. Me and Jade decided that the French guy was far too annoying, plus his English was not up to scratch (says me, the monolinguist), and he had to keep asking the Swede to translate Jade-for some reason he could understand me but not her? Oh, and most significantly, the Swede liked mine and Jade's sarcasm whereas the French guy was very confused and just kept laughing when he didn't understand something. The swede was better dressed, had better hair and was younger. The french guy criticized our choice of food because it wasn't french. And finally, and this is what really makes the winner very much apparent....The French guy was called Nicolas but the Swede was called Albrekt-AKA Albert, which is the coolest name ever.
Anyway, the moral of this story is, don't talk to french guys and swedes for too long or you end up missing the last night bus, oh and don't lie and say that your swedish-say your Czech, yep that's about it!
As soon as jade emails me some photos I will add some.
Jade, good luck tomorrow. Ellie, Ben your rabbits have been fed, and cheers for letting us use your flat! I will bring your keys round tomorrow.
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