Watching The English
David recommended Watching The English a few months ago and I have only now started to read it. Vol mentioned it a few posts back regarding the landmines an unsuspecting foreigner could get into while discussing the weather with a Brit. Reading it, I immediately see things that I have done terribly wrong according to this book. Things like shake someone's hand with confidence and introduce myself. Apparently that isn't done. It is also considered rude to ask what people do or where they live. Such land mines. Areas I have down almost as if I was from here, the invisible queuing at the pub and the pantomime with the publican, the please and thank you's when exchanging money, saying sorry when someone bumps into you and never speaking or looking at others if you can help it on public transportation. The longer I am here, the more I feel part of it, yet also further away from it, from the culture. Does that make sense? The more I know, the more I know I don't know type of thing. . .