Day Seven and Eight
So yesterday morning I got on a bus from the hotel I was staying in to Glasgow. I like taking the bus because 1) I don't have to drive (there are literally signs to remind drivers to stay in their lane) 2) It's cheaper, and 3) I get to see countryside I never would have seen otherwise. For starters, English radio is weird. It will play something like Frank Sinatra, then move over to Styx, then some Bruno mars, and then some Beatles. So much Beatles. Everyone here hums or whistles it under their breath. It's a subconscious thing. Also, American football is fascinating to them. It's a novelty, and is often the topic of morning drive game shows. Manchester drivers, take this to account: If you stay at a steady speed, instead of flooring it, you won't have to slam on your breaks every time. Cool it zippy. Finally, the topic of the American presidential race is approached with slightly amused horror. Mostly "Can you believe what's going ...