I spent the morning tiptoeing round the corpses of rats in my apartment block's basement, trying to find my water meter - very unpleasant. The rest of the day should be slightly better: reviewing a paper on Hinduism for a colleague, then off to my local Beer Festival! Huzzah.
Meanwhile, my Canadian readers and those of you who've been to Canada might care to offer tips on Coping With Canadians: last night I had a farewell drink and curry with my young friend Jim, who's off to Toronto for a year. He was there for a year as a student, but now needs to find a job.
4 comments:
I always imagine beer festivals smelling of soft farts slipping through faded denim.
That's uncanny. That's EXACTLY what it's like.
He might find the winters a bit harsh but Canadians are easy to get along with and the beer is very good.
Toronto is another matter of course but you can still ride the subway at night without fear.
The good beer bit will cheer him up: he likes real ale, not insipid corporate lager.
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