misadventures of an Englishman in Scotland - Part I
The bride was beautiful, the sun as well, but never as the girl who stood before me: tall, dark, no makeup, her skin was made in heaven and a look that would smear the Holy Spirit.
"Gheueeeedddduuuuuurrrrrrrhhha," the waiter said, arching an eyebrow at two points to get it low over his forehead and disappearing beneath the mane. Convinced he was going to expectorate, instinctively covered the pot of soup in front of me.
"The is asking what he wants as the first," explained the lady sitting to my left. "It 's the first time she is in Scotland, right?"
"I wish the young lady. Without boundary. So if you can gently clear the table and dishes that people ... "Not too encouraging the Calvinist couple on my right (there were already twenty minutes which spoke of" total depravity "and" limited atonement "- limited atonement, but not ashamed, I wanted to ask, even to force your god to be cheap?), said not out loud.
"You should taste the huggis, 'said the girl, gazing at me with eyes as dark as chocolate. He had a voice that made me melt.
"Do you mean haggis? Thank you for your advice but I'm allergic to the interior sheep. "
" No. Here in Strictshire there are sheep ... "
" The pecorre prrogenie are the devil, "explained one of the Calvinists. "We were in costrretti eliminarrle by nostrra Terrra."
Looking suspiciously, as if he suspected that I was some sort of livestock immoral, his wife nodded vehemently, "We purrrgato pecorrre of the county is that of English. About stranierrri, from which she is parrrte dell'Irrrlanda? "
" Ireland? But I'm Liv ... "The leg that I got under the table was accompanied by an almost imperceptible shake of the head by the girl. "Di Li Li Li ... ... ... Limerick."
Shit, I thought, I hope that now do not ask me more about that. The verbs "eliminarre" and "purrrgarrre" began to make a bad echo in my head.
"bring him a plate of huggis," she said to the waiter, getting up. I smiled and before I could I collect a few fragments of reason that I had split up, took my hand. "Come with me," she whispered. "I'll show you where it comes from the huggis."
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