British Pride

First impression of London. At Victoria Station, around ten years ago. The man directing the queue for the taxi rank was wearing a suit and tie underneath his bright yellow, fluorescent striped jacket. What's to be learned? That the British have an unnatural fondness for wearing reflective clothing? Sure. But also that the suit and tie indicated a great level in pride of work. In the States, attitude would be the norm… a verbal slap-down for asking a simple question.

Not here. It's a matter of pride.

Talking to a caterer, and luckily, they were in the catering business. Otherwise, you're wasting your talent man! Trying to drum up some work. Need help brushing-up that wine list? Jacob is the man. They got someone of course, "who really knows…"

I doubt it.

The list was filled with the usual atrocity of Australians on the cheap end and French on the high end. The usual suspects from an industry full of people who seem more interested in appeasement than excitement. Where's that British pride? Stand up and say that people would like to be offered more.

Jack (see below) says we're not ready. Speaking of lesser-know wine country -- "People will turn their nose up, even if you tell them it is exactly what they're looking for."

New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc should have a hint of gooseberry, as part of its 'flavour profile.' Had a supermarket version from Sainsbury's for £7. It was decent, hint of petrol in the nose. Lots of zip and tang, and really, really didn't go with my team losing at (American) football last weekend. New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc 8.4; New Orleans Saints 6.3.

Went for a voice casting for a Sony PS2 game. Waited an hour. "They like everyone so much, so they're taking their time." Finally got in, read two lines. "Thank you, that is all."

Could use some of that British pride right about now.