baby, you're the dogs bollocks

so i heard this phrase for the first time recently, and i have to say i was perplexed, confused and bewildered. the time i have spent in london thus far have been filled with questions like "what?", "huh?", and "whas that?". the brits call barbecues barbies, lemonade actually means sprite (still need to find out what they call actual lemonade), it is bad form to call someone a wanker unless the person is really wretched, people aren't broke here, they're skint, i have to repeat myself a few times when asking for water ("excuse me, can i have some wa'er") so that i don't end up with white wine instead. there are times when i feel a bit like an alien out here - a strange feeling to have when you are in an english speaking country - but there is something to be said for being a stranger in a new place. for once i am the one with the accent and i can walk the streets of london in complete anonymity/obscurity without any fear of recognition (aside from a freak meeting with mikey's friends victor and george in trafalgar square on canada day).

here's to being a legal alien in london!

cheers to that!