Smile and the world will follow
Friday, December 19th, 2008
During a night out with the group I encountered my first dark experience in Mendoza. It’ not unusual or uncommon to find an English man rather joyful, loud and staggeringly confident in a bar, blame our parents, most of us grew up in pubs happily spending dads change from each pint on pool, juke boxes filled with the best of eighties albums and one penny sweets. Our culture has led us to feel like a tiger in the jungle around empty beer glasses, low smoky ceilings and the screams of the new born child whose mother is catching up on nine months without cheap cider in her system and whose father is looking deep into his empty glass wondering how many more pints he could be supping instead of spending his hard earned cash on plastic knickers to stop the little shite shitting everywhere! So excuse me for sometimes being rather loud and obnoxious, a leopard can’t change his spots. Yet don’t let our over indulgence fool you, an English man will always find his way home, will have just enough money left for a chippy, kebab or curry making sure not to fall asleep with an empty stomach, remain open and workable for any sexual suggestion lasting at least ten minutes before throwing up over the half worn skirt rolled up her back and always knows when it’s time to stop drinking,
