It’s taking me a little while to get used to the “Shoppers Drug Mart” signs. I guess cinema and TV have accustomed me to “drugstore”, but “drug mart” might as well say “needle exchange” in my mind. In another example of you can take the boy out of Cardiff…it took me a while to realise that the shards on the ground were ice, rather than broken bottles from last night’s glassings.
I managed to nick my thumb with my razor yesterday morning. After it had been bleeding for about 20 minutes I decided I’d have to buy some plaster for it. Which brand is the cheapest? Ah, it’ll be the kids friendly one with the Shrek motif. Will look ridiculous. But it is half the price. Rarely does that not clinch the argument. Not convinced whether my decision shows that I am confident and self-assured, not so image obsessed that I need to pay over the odds; or whether it means I’m cheap.
Objective Actually Talk To Canadians worked out well. Went for a meal with 2 guys at C’est What (that’s the sort of clever bilingual humour you get in a sophisticated country like Canada). Very good beer. So that’s one important criteria satisfied.