One of my new favourite bloggers, the Graveyard Barista has hurt his shoulder working, I’ve only been working in a bar for about a month now but I know how much it sucks to hurt something so integral to your job. For me, it’s cutting your fingers, you have your fingers near alcohol and limes all night and when you cut your finger you are in for a great deal of discomfort all night. Reading Humble Pie, Gordon Ramsay mentioned that chefs learn how to cut with both hands so that if they cut their hand they can still work. So I’ve been doing exactly that, pouring drinks, squeezing limes, cutting limes and anything else that I would normally do with my right hand, switch it over. It feels really wierd to start with, but you get the swing of it.

The Facebook “Friend”

It’s a common occurence these days, someone requesting you to be your friend on Facebook who you aren’t actually friends with. What is a friend? Usually my guideline is that if I walked past any of these people in the street, I’d stop and have a yar or maybe sit down for a quiet (or not so quiet ale). Now recently, my social network has intersected with groups of people that went to highschool with me, lots of these people I didn’t ever speak to at school let alone was I friends with, so should I tweak my “rule” and add people who I know but really wouldn’t have a beer with.

You see the problem I have with adding these “known strangers” isn’t with them getting to stalk me. It’s that if I send out an invitation to all of my friends to come to a party – I only want the “have a beer friends” to come. At the end of the day, more friends are cool – Right?

On the English

Over the past year or 2 I’ve had the pleasure of spending quite a great deal of time with a number of English people – friends from netball, colleagues, travel friends and housemates. Now, there is a lot to like about people from the motherland and I’ve rarely met one whom I didn’t care to be around (unlike Americans who tend to be very abrasive). Now with out further ado I’ll enumerate a few of the little things that I really can’t understand, but am always entertained by.

  1. Obviously the biggest point of concern, why the fuck do the english drink so much tea. Not only do they drink a shitload of it, but they are more than happy to make one for you.
  2. English girls always sign off text messages with xx. As one of my good friend found out, this doesn’t necessarily go down well with Australian girl friends.
  3. The sun. Now I love the sun as much as anyone but the English really do have a great love for lying in the sun until they turn into lobsters.
  4. Last but not least, Football. I really can’t figure out why every single English person loves the game so much. It’s fine by me – as far as I’m concerned it’s a valid choice for a favourite sport, however it’s pretty much comprehensively loved. More than Australians love cricket and more than (this might be a big call) Kiwis love rugby.


As Jen the Pom has rightly pointed out in my comments, English people don’t fill their glasses all the way to the top. This was discovered when we were pouring our own beers from jugs at the RE and continuosly my glass was full, but not full. There are 2 major excuses for this, firstly so you don’t spill your drink when you are walking with it and secondly because pint glasses are actually supposed to have about a centimetre of head at the top.