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About 10 minutes ago, Mr Brammers asked if I could grab a coffee for him. The only cafe open was the one that is also a bar and pizza joint, so I sauntered in and asked for a large flat-white, extra hot (like an extra hot latte for the rest of the world, with a bit less milk).
A nice-looking young man was sitting for the bar and turned around to approve my beverage of choice in the carefully enunciated tones of one who had clearly been there a while. He went on to ask what I would be up to for the New Year and we exchanged a few sentences.
Young man: So, do I detect a bit of an accent there?
Brammers: Yeah, I grew up in England.
YM: Nice. Been back lately?
B: Yeah, actually, I was on the way home from London this time last week.
YM: Oh right! Which one do you think is better? I've been there, too, so I know what I think but I'd love to know what you think.
B: Well, Sydney has an amazing landscape and the biggest skies, plus fabulous winters and friendly and relaxed locals, while London has better shopping and more things to do per square mile, plus it has fantastic museums and you meet the most astonishing people there. In Sydney, you tend to meet the same people again and again, while you can always be meeting fresh ones in London.
YM: Well, I'm not sure I agree with you there, after all, we haven't met before, have we? And we should have!
B: (With horrified realisation that I am being flirted with) Er, no, but that's probably because I'm about 20 years older than you, there's every chance I know your mum or dad ...
YM: (Stares)
B: (Points to crowsfeet)
YM: Anyway, have a great New Year!
B: Yeah, you too! Bye!
About 10 minutes ago, Mr Brammers asked if I could grab a coffee for him. The only cafe open was the one that is also a bar and pizza joint, so I sauntered in and asked for a large flat-white, extra hot (like an extra hot latte for the rest of the world, with a bit less milk).
A nice-looking young man was sitting for the bar and turned around to approve my beverage of choice in the carefully enunciated tones of one who had clearly been there a while. He went on to ask what I would be up to for the New Year and we exchanged a few sentences.
Young man: So, do I detect a bit of an accent there?
Brammers: Yeah, I grew up in England.
YM: Nice. Been back lately?
B: Yeah, actually, I was on the way home from London this time last week.
YM: Oh right! Which one do you think is better? I've been there, too, so I know what I think but I'd love to know what you think.
B: Well, Sydney has an amazing landscape and the biggest skies, plus fabulous winters and friendly and relaxed locals, while London has better shopping and more things to do per square mile, plus it has fantastic museums and you meet the most astonishing people there. In Sydney, you tend to meet the same people again and again, while you can always be meeting fresh ones in London.
YM: Well, I'm not sure I agree with you there, after all, we haven't met before, have we? And we should have!
B: (With horrified realisation that I am being flirted with) Er, no, but that's probably because I'm about 20 years older than you, there's every chance I know your mum or dad ...
YM: (Stares)
B: (Points to crowsfeet)
YM: Anyway, have a great New Year!
B: Yeah, you too! Bye!
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Date: 2009-12-31 01:45 pm (UTC)