tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33517068.post1698870972538152469..comments2024-01-14T18:34:04.479-04:00Comments on Deep In The Forrest: Lots To Talk About, Nothing Much To SayAunt Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12337893244898589609noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33517068.post-85826530091112381742010-06-17T16:30:36.238-03:002010-06-17T16:30:36.238-03:00I remember every second of that low speed chase. ...I remember every second of that low speed chase. It still stands as one of the most surreal days ever.Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17134850383532818765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33517068.post-21164085368805614072010-06-17T04:59:36.225-03:002010-06-17T04:59:36.225-03:00I was in a bar in Boston Logan airport watching th...I was in a bar in Boston Logan airport watching that car chase waiting on a flight back to the UK. Amazing how you know where you exactly were for some things. Often ... in a bar in Boston... i.e. start of USA hosted world cup - in a bar in Boston listening to a barmaid berate the English saying she was glad we'd not qualified for the tournament. I was on my own but in the bar were a load of lads in Irish shirts. She was bigging up the Irish and slagging off the English as I say. I thought "Funny that, they all have Liverpool accents". So I went to leave and didn't leave a tip - she complained and I pointed out that for the last 2 hours she'd slagged off my country so I didn't think I'd tip her. Just as it could have turned ugly the "Irish lads" sweep me up and we all leave - they didn't even pay their bill and they informed stunned waitress that she ought to get her accents sorted as most of the "Irish" fans over were actually English second borns who just wanted a world cup jolly. Classic!Furtheronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903753972242964410noreply@blogger.com