Of Dreams and Codienes....

I saw my first celebrity last night.

I won’t say who it was because no one will know the name. The boy might know, but I’ll leave it a mystery for the rest of you.

I was sitting drinking coffee in the pub beneath my B&B (which I often do to make a change of pace from my room) and trade was slow. Perhaps if there had been more people or louder music, I might have missed my first London Celeb Sighting.

I was banging away on my laptop when I heard a familiar voice. I stopped in the middle of my sentence to scan the room, and there he was...sitting two tables away from me having a pint of some sort of muddy-colored lager with his wife. I was faced with another moral dilemma.

Do I pop over and ask for an autograph? (“It’s for my son...his name is Tiffany”) Do I walk by with my tepid coffee and “accidentally” spill some on his back? Or do I avert my eyes all evening and pretend I don’t see him?

Of course, I opted for averting my eyes whilst surreptitiously listening in on his conversation and stealing furtive glances out of the corner of my eye. That’ll teach him to be a celebrity in a public place.

Call me chicken, but the last thing I wanted was to look like an idiot. I can look like an idiot in front of you guys, but to look like an idiot in front of someone who’s on the telly? That would be such a blow to my fragile ego....

Last night I dreamt I was in the pub again, but this time there were several British celebrities filling the tables around me. I was forced to stand next to one of them as I was ordering at the bar, and I froze. I didn’t know what to do or say to avoid looking like a crazed stalker-fan, so I just froze. I couldn’t move at all. My tongue swelled inside my mouth and I found it impossible to talk. The more I ignored the celebrity beside me, the more his annoyed he became. The more annoyed he became, the more I ignored him. His frustration rose to a breaking point and he shouted, “Well?? Are you going to ask for something or not??!”

This is it, I thought. He’s practically forcing me to ask him for his autograph!

Then I looked up and realized he was talking about the extremely displeased-looking bartender standing in front of me.

Codeine gives you the weirdest dreams.


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To be clear regarding my previous post...I had no problem taking the Codeine...it just started me on the role of "Cultural Morality" in relation to "Cultural Law."

The gun issue Xander brought up is an interesting point...in America everyone lives in heightened fear of "gun-toting kids" and "drive-by shootings." It's exactly the same for people here...but insert "knives" for "guns."

People here have the same concern about knifings as we have for shootings. They think their knife-related crimes are much worse than America's gun-related crimes...which leads me to believe that if there was a country that made guns AND knives illegal, their news headlines would read, "Stick-related Killings a Desperate Problem."

I am beginning to see that people are them same no matter where you go...it's the objects around them that makes the difference.

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Random Fact - The English don’t refrigerate their eggs. They sell them on shelves next to the breads.

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