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Dancing #21


At the bar we exchanged handshakes then my friend said
"Two beers, please."
"Ah, so you both English? British, yes?"
We told him we were, and made our introductions. Though heavily accented, he spoke English very well.
"You are most welcome," he said, "May I offer food?"
That was more like it.
"Helega will concoct something for you on this cold night, stew perhaps?" the landlord said, and I turned to see that Helega had suddenly appeared behind us, a sight even more welcome than hot stew and cold beer could ever be.
We ordered whatever it was she suggested.

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    Christopher 10 months ago

    I'll have a heaping bowl full of Helega!

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    Drew Martyn 10 months ago

    Mmmmmm.... :)

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    Neville Hunt 9 months ago

    Now if the narrator’s new best friend was really a Scot, he’d have said “English? No fucking way!”
    Incidentally, in all my travels, the first thing I have learnt in every country’s tongue is ‘two beers please’... because a) you get a beer, and b) you can always get a friend!

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    Drew Martyn 9 months ago

    Yes, that's true. He must have been icredibly polite to ignore that. Good job he wasn't Welsh, he'd have hit him!
    Good advice that, Neville :)

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