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« Facts as commodities (and, yes, blogging and journalism again) || Back to Blog | The dog that didn't blog in the night » October 05, 2005
When I was in London a couple of days ago, I went to a hole-in-the-wall place — a counter upstairs, some tables in the basement — for breakfast. The menu outside identified an "omelette breakfast": omelette, bake beans, grilled tomatoes. Here's roughly my conversation with the man behind the counter:
My omelette breakfast came with a side of marmelade toast. Delicious. Posted
by D. Weinberger at October 5, 2005 10:24 AM
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I trust the scare-quotes around 'English' are there to attest to your own difficulties in communicating with us English folk, rather than casting any aspersions on the native language of our country (viz. England[1]).
[1] Where English people[2] live.
[2] Who speak English[3].
[3] And have an English[4] sense of humour, internationally renowned for its subtlety, sophistication and avoidance of such crude approaches as pounding jokes into the ground with a sledgehammer.
[4] [That's enough footnotes - Ed.]
Posted by: Phil | October 5, 2005 12:13 PM
Mais oui! I talk American, buddy.
Posted by: David Weinberger | October 5, 2005 12:22 PM
Yes, you're so fucking cosmopolitian.
Posted by: Ben | October 6, 2005 02:36 PM
American comes from Africa, doesn't it?
Posted by: Dave | May 31, 2006 04:03 PM