The fabularies adventures of Zach Galou in Great Briton - wait a minute!
Zach Galou entered in the Pub and said "Hello". So far so good. One of the waiter mumbled something behind the bar. The customers seemed to be English: the older they were the larger and the uglier. Ok lets now see the food. He went to the another end of the bar and asked for the menu: "here you are" said the waiter with a bright smile. Zach Galou glanced forth and back on the menu: pizza, burger, kebab, fried chicken, fries (they call this chips), fish and chips and other sample of Indian cuisine. He will happen to know latter that besides the strange comestible experiments that can be found packaged in the super markets at insolent prices, nothing more could be found to be eaten in England beside their din.. er breakfast. As a matter of fact, all of the food that can be found in England is foreign. So far so good, the only trouble with it is that they cook it horribly.
"Ok I'll take a pizza" said he. "It will be 2 arms plus your arse's skin" said the waiter, while typing happily on the till. Yes, lets make a break here to explain the English unit system. The English inherited their unit system straight from the paleolithic, has their habit of driving on the left. So they count distance with "thumb", "feet", "cubit", "a diplodocus tail", and "miles", they count time with "second", "minute", "time to boil a cup of tea" and "hour", the weight are "oz", "pound", "a velociraptor head", "a mammoth", and for prices it is simpler, everything costs your arms and your buttock's peel. I must however precise that there also exists an alternative unit system for price that count in "pound" and "pence". All of this makes me think that if the English do still not use the Euro, it is not as much as a matter of English pride, but rather lack of attention: for this as for the rest, they seem not just to have been aware of the fact that the world was evolving.
But lets get back to the story of our scheming hero. Some seconds later Zach Galou burst out of stupefaction: "But wait a second, I am actually understanding you!". "Of course, I am a foreigner and it is only fourteen year that I live in the UK". "Oh I see, here you are " said he tightening his arms towards the waiter. "You must first give me your table number before paying" said pickily the waiter. "Oh!"
Zach Galou then started searching for a table. The choice was simple: half of the tables were occupied by ugly noisy English, while in a remote corner of the restaurant seated a beautiful blond girl who looked shy and self assured at the same time with a delicate smile.
What will Zach Galou do? Is this last question really a question? And above all who is this mysterious blond girl??
"Ok I'll take a pizza" said he. "It will be 2 arms plus your arse's skin" said the waiter, while typing happily on the till. Yes, lets make a break here to explain the English unit system. The English inherited their unit system straight from the paleolithic, has their habit of driving on the left. So they count distance with "thumb", "feet", "cubit", "a diplodocus tail", and "miles", they count time with "second", "minute", "time to boil a cup of tea" and "hour", the weight are "oz", "pound", "a velociraptor head", "a mammoth", and for prices it is simpler, everything costs your arms and your buttock's peel. I must however precise that there also exists an alternative unit system for price that count in "pound" and "pence". All of this makes me think that if the English do still not use the Euro, it is not as much as a matter of English pride, but rather lack of attention: for this as for the rest, they seem not just to have been aware of the fact that the world was evolving.
But lets get back to the story of our scheming hero. Some seconds later Zach Galou burst out of stupefaction: "But wait a second, I am actually understanding you!". "Of course, I am a foreigner and it is only fourteen year that I live in the UK". "Oh I see, here you are " said he tightening his arms towards the waiter. "You must first give me your table number before paying" said pickily the waiter. "Oh!"
Zach Galou then started searching for a table. The choice was simple: half of the tables were occupied by ugly noisy English, while in a remote corner of the restaurant seated a beautiful blond girl who looked shy and self assured at the same time with a delicate smile.
What will Zach Galou do? Is this last question really a question? And above all who is this mysterious blond girl??
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