Lots of nationalities here. The guys at the bar are talking loudly in some incomprehensible language that's known in some quarters as the Queen's English (volubly arguing for or against the merits of Manchester Utd. and/or Barcelona as they watch the game). My untutored ears find the accent funny. Wot? Wot? WOOOOOO! But in a GOOD way, so no offense meant, DaddyP.
The French guys sitting at the next table are more subtle, murmuring and stuff. I know they're French because once in a while, I understand what they're saying (I speak baby French).
Then one of them said something like tetons. Some of them looked at me and smiled widely. I smiled back tentatively. My tetons are nothing to write home about, nor are they worthy of any kind of conversation! Moi, paranoid, much?
I need another beer.
Hey, DaddyP, here's a nice pic of a tit for you! (Not mine though)
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I believe I am an anglophile ever since I heard that wonderful accent. I keep nagging dear hubs to find a job across the pond even just for six months, long enough for me to acquire that wonderful accent. :)
BTW, are you munching on some grilled cuttlefish while you're downing some liquid gold?
That's a great tit ..... I mean a Great Tit ..... you are soooooo kind ..... I simply must away - terribly pushed for time - toodle pip!
[Fank gawd that's ova innit - mi lip wos gettin' cramp]
Oh no, girlfriend, we want pics!!!
Go over to the table and talk to the French guys in baby French, then come back and report to your bloggy buddies who are NOT sitting at a beachfront bar (I am so jealous).
I'm waiting.....
Photo: Oh, I hope you get your wish, and that you tell us all about the experience.
DaddyP: Glad you liked The Tit! (Thanks for the effort, btw. You can relax your lips now. huggy hugs)
Mimi: Such a shy one, I am. c'est vrai.
I gotta *huggy hugs* - *preens*
*huggy hugs" from me too. To Lizza, not DaddyP ;-)
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