“Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual,
who is willing to leave London.
No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life;
for there is in London all that life can afford.”
New year, new home. As Buck answered the Call of the Wild, I answered the Call of London. I do believe Jack London would approve.
After embarking on a red eye flight accompanied by a grand total of zero hours of sleep, I arrived safely to London and immediately set out on an adrenaline-fueled mission to furnish my flat with the necessities. I had the fortunate of meeting a lovely girl who hails from the same nation, and we reflected on the fact that it is going to take us quite some time to get used to driving on the wrong side of the road. When Winston Churchill visited New York City, he nearly got ran over by a cab due to looking the wrong direction whilst attempting to cross the street. Let’s hope the same fate does not befall me.
A notable moment occurred in Pret a Manger (a very popular food chain that appears to be the UK’s Starbucks equivalent because there’s one on just about every other street corner) when I asked the cashier for directions to Argos, a store that provides a plethora of home furnishing options. In response to my inquiry, he replied,
“An Argos? What’s that? I don’t think there is one here.”
“I’m sorry, I was told that Argos is extremely popular and there’s supposed to be one less than a mile away. You’ve never heard of it?”
“Argos? Nope, never.”
On a hunch, I decided to spell the store’s name for him.
“Oh! You mean aRRRgos. It’s just down the road.”
Laughter warmed up the room, and with a grin I remarked, “theoretically, we speak the same language.”
And there you have it, folks. The next time you’re in the UK, remember to speak British, not American. It’s aRRRgos, not Argos.
I’m off to get some sleep now. More London adventures to follow!