I am certainly not going to start partaking in paan or spitting on the streets.
Nor will I use the open sewers as a public toilet.
I would rather find a bin then chuck my rubbish out of a train window.
I will never throw stones at an innocent animal.
And you won't catch me sleeping on the street.
BUT give me hot, sweet milk coffee any day and I'll proudly renounce my British status!
(N.B. Lydia would like me to make it known that she DOES NOT do coffee - and milk tea is her breakfast order for future reference, preferably with a side of scrambled egg, toast and ketchup)
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HI Caroline!!
Sounds like you had/are having fun in India. I'm jealous but for sure, you deserve the vacation...
It's been SOOOO long since last summer. I hope to catch up with you when you're back in the UK (which would be when?).
Love you lots!
Sarah
I Can not, I repeat, I can not believe i had to find out about a party in my OWN home town, i stress this everyone, my OWN home town, from Caroline in the depths of India. Am I being subtly told that i'm not welcome to it?
Chew on that for a bit Cazz.
Becks. xxxx
Failing that, Chew on some Naan's instead......
Becks
xxxx
Becks - you're obviously not keeping up with the Joneses! You should be ashamed of yourself!! And to think only a few years ago you were the biggest party animal I knew, you're obviously past your prime! xx
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