Imagine for a moment that you are at the grocery store, in line with your friend, and you're talking about how delicious the English muffins are in England. Suddenly a man turns around and tells you, in full British accent, "They're not called ENGLISH muffins. They're just. Muffins."
He was joking around with us, and we laughed and apologized. Just. Muffins. Got it! (I think if you were talking about muffins as Americans think of them, you would have to specify blueberry, or lemon poppy seed, and so on.)
In any case, I have practically been living off of [just!] muffins recently. They're too delicious and multi-purpose. Toasted, egg sandwich, mini-pizza... The list goes on.
The other night we went to a club called Verve (which usually costs 8 pounds to get in, but we got in for only 3). However, I made up for this when I ordered a double vodka cranberry and had to pay 10 pounds 20 (about $16). I was not happy about that and stuck to cheap beer the rest of the night. This was also the night a man asked to see my teeth so he could identify me as American. I understand it was mainly a joke but I didn't find that entirely socially acceptable. But, for the most part, people are really interested in talking to you when they find out you're American.
Last night in the groovy dance room at TigerTiger (complete with songs from Grease, Cyndi Lauper, and a light-up 70s dance floor) we met a girl and her guy friend, both Londoners, and I think they're going to show us around some hotspots in London soon. I'm excited to make some real Londoner friends!
I'll end with a touch of British slang for you...
Creps: sneakers. As in, "Those are some fresh creps!" (And yes, they do say "fresh" as well.)
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