Well me shivering hearties ‘tis a slightly greyish British Columbian dawn and my dog and I are the only ones up at present. “Walking the Streets” is about to undergo a sea change from the eccentric observations of a Parking Enforcement Officer to the equally acerbic observations of a traveller in North America and Canada. I’ll be posting stuff about what I see and hear, with an emphasis on the ridiculous and highlighting the silly, mendacious and downright asinine, as well as comparisons with the old mother country.
This morning's recipient of the unintelligibility award is the machine gun delivery of one of the Helicopter borne traffic correspondents on the local radio. How the hell can you understand that gabble
? You finish listening to the traffic report, catching about one word in five, they might as well have been speaking Serbo-Croat for all I knew. Sheesh
Labels: Emigrate, Motoring, Weather