Lions, Lumberjacks, and Tina gets carded EVERYWHERE

HELLO ENGLAND!

So it all started with a nine-hour plane ride, because the voice that tells you to fasten your seat belt broke. So instead of actually telling people to buckle their seat belts, they took an hour and a half to power down the entire plane, and restart it. Entertaining, but time consuming. But I did finish reading the seventh Harry Potter. So it was time well spent.

So far since I've been here I've:

--seen British sheep on the way in (SWEET!)
--made friends with a 60 year old Scottish dude behind me with a mullet. And he helped me navigate Gatwick because I'm American and stupid. Thank you, Scottish Mullet Dude.
--shocked half of England by revealing the fact that I've never had tea. It went something like this: "Do you want tea?" "I've never had it." "You've never had tea?" "No." "Really?" "No." *Claire's grandmother walks in* "Tina's never had tea." "You've never had tea?" "No." "Really?" "No." *Claire's aunt walks in* "Tina's never had tea." "You've never had tea?" "Seriously, no." "Really?" "No." I can say, now, that I have had tea. About a million cups of it, and I LIKE it.
--Marmite is a no-go. Don't know what it is? Don't worry yourself trying to find out. It's one of those thins you have to be born into to truly appreciate. Sort of like Vegemite, or McDonalds.
--Claire and I went to Brighton today, went to three pubs, and I got carded at two of them. Why? Because twelve year olds aren't allowed in pubs.
--Went to the Royal Pavillion and got a dragon!
--Went to a "portuguese" restuaurant, but not really, but made friends with Red-Short Andy the Waiter, who called us mates, and called himself a 'happy chappy'. And I apologized for being American, but he said it wasn't my fault.
--Claire got complimented on her blue pants by a really really drunk man. Who told me Claire was a "gorgeous, really nice looking girl."
--in the royal Pavillion, we heard someone described as a "Dandy", but we didn't know what it was. We wanted to ask, but (in case it might have been an offensive term) we decided to do a little underground research. According to the book "Dan the Dandy" we found at a flea market, we gathered a "Dandy" to be either a lion or a lumberjack. Turns out it's just a really really metro dude, or a giggilo. (I prefer lumberjack)

Sidenote: Claire goes completely Angoflied when she talkes to British people! Like woah! Accent and everything comes out! First I just quietly laughed at her, now I tell her and laugh out loud.

Paris tomorrow! Cheers!

Your happy chappies,
Tina and Claire