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Stiff-upper-lip Disgruntlement...

Another brilliantly British word I ran into this week.

Disgruntled…

Everyone knows that Brits are famous for their reserve and cool response to the most extreme circumstances…
Please note that feeling Grumpy in this country is actually considered good and healthy!

A common joke that has been circulated via email demonstrates this with the following wording:

‘The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have raised their security level from “Miffed” to “Peeved“. Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to “Irritated” or even “A Bit Cross”.

The English have not been “A Bit Cross” since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies all but ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from “Tiresome” to a “Bloody Nuisance”. The last time the British issued a “Bloody Nuisance” warning level was during the great fire of 1666.’

Proper disgruntled...

However today there is ‘Disgruntled’ to be added to this list. This really is the best possible word to describe. With its sharp ‘Disss’, rolling ‘Grrrr’ and ending with a short thin ‘TL’ it grruntles brilliantly over the tongue, mimicking the growl and scowl it represents.

This level of irritability is only reached in the most extreme cases. But it seems that after the fall out of the elections we are getting there…

There has been a strange haze of obstinancy around town this week. All traffic has been hell since the cab drivers have gotten disgruntled and started to block main parts of town in their anger. (all because of the foreigners taking their jobs etc etc.)
Add to this the disgruntlement of the Motor Cyclists that refuse to pay council tax and several days of brilliant sunshine and a national tendency for queuing and you are stuck with the most exquisite hot mess of grid lock…

Disgruntlement of a completely escalated kind was reached by cabbie Derrick Bird in Cumbria yesterday.
For unknown reasons he got in his cab and went on a gun toting rampage along the coast, shooting 37 and killing 12 people on his route.

The country is still stunned…


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Dutch rider...

One of the things I only started to appreciate after leaving Holland for four years was the fact I could get around everywhere with a bicycle.

I have never dared to cycle in London. My first impression of cyclists here is still fresh in my memory… Why are all the roadworkers cycling in this town? It really took me a while to understand that helmets, brigt coloured vests, tights and backpacks are the kit for the casual cyclist…

A Royal ride indeed...

Back in Amsterdam, I really didnt think much of this way of life… It was just the most normal thing to do in the Flatlands… But oh how I now long back to a nice ride on an old sturdy Gazelle bike. With its large weels, back pedal breaks, no gears and plenty of storage in the side bags, you will never have a more relaxed ride.

Hmm lets see if Cambridge is a bycicle friendly town.

And off course I haven’t even mentioned the weather…

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London's fleet

The first and main thing I will really miss from London are… The cabbies.

Even if it took me a while to get to grips with their accent, I really will miss the chatty and knowledgable lads.

Trips would range from private historical tours and facts of London (did you know all of Nelson’s fleet is assembled on all of the lanterns between Buckingham palace and Trafalgar Square?) to occasional pesky requests for my phone number…

Nelson's fleet on the Mall

But still I really cant imagine living in a city without the occasional friendly chats and the feeling you know where you’re going…

Cheers, I will miss you and your London lads…

F.

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