WeeJohnny

I can appreciate the rite of passage conundrum that is inferred to many/some North Americans in 'Going to Europe'. The beauty of Europe is the largely absurd diversity of cultures over relatively (compared to North America) small territories. On consideration, this will appear delightful. In reality it is rarely enjoyable even to Europeans. Anybody coming to Europe for the experience should bathe in the clumsiness of being repeatadly placed in situations where you are uncomfortable. It eventually breeds sensitivity and appreciation of small things - small things that mean the most to people. We've all been dawbed with trite philosphical remarks in the attempt to refine us to the big world. Most of them are shite but many have have value. Like listen more than you talk, be interested (it makes you interesting) I guess the endeavour is to fit yourself into where you are rather than mangle your experience to make yourself comfortable. What am I saying - listen to 'Blues Skies over Bad Lands'. We're all little boys & girls. What do I know - I'm from Glasgow ;))

Vodka makes you happy-drunk?! Dan#3 - You should get straight on to Smirnoff and sell access to your obviously cultured constitution. Most people who drink lot's of vodka want to saw their feet off - With orange juice of course

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Do you mean you used Groucho as the subject of an essay or that fate conspired and he was visiting your house subsequently offering to be a coffee-table whilst you knocked out some prose on his back? Please tell me it's the latter. You shouldn't expect a lot of guidance from forums but this is a refinement that means a lot to me.

Oh my god there are thousands of delightful one-liners. They don't all have to be for comic purposes - but they're the one's I remember. To qualify (assuming they don't have to be original because they won't be) Groucho Marx addressing the host upon leaving a function " I've had a great time. - But this wasn't it!" Genius!!I've used it many times. Though not to events I've hoped to revisit.

Eh? I'm automatically heartened when I stumble across a thread labelled thus. Perhaps it's because I'm Scottish and it's therefore my national duty to be drunk (joke - probably) Fact is I immediately assumed 'drink' inferred 'intoxicant'. Assuming it does (and ignoring if it doesn't) I like drinking what appear to be sociable alco-products to the point where I can't walk & see colour at the same time. Obviously at that fogged moment I will wander around introducing myself to anybody who looks rightfully uncomfortable... because they need a friend. It goes without saying that I'm being ineffably embarrassing - but I've come to look upon it as charming [cough] [more] Big Cuddles JOHNNY