Extremes.
Everything is either one or the other. There is no in-between.
Let's take a look at some examples...
Food-
America: a deep fried Oreo OR a salad.
Britain: a rather lovely Sunday roast with plenty of roasted vegetables and correct condiments.
Going out-
America: getting v.v. drunk at a frat party OR a night out in the library.
Britain: social drinks leading to a club somewhere on George Street, you know everyone there so it's just the same old Moonshine on a Monday or Opal Thursday.
Fashion-
America: getting really dressed up in astronaut outfit for a Mixer OR nike trainers and UNC jumper
Britain: the library is as much of a catwalk as the clubs.
Cars-
America: huge 4x4 automatic BMW OR not at all.
Britain: Golfs are darn good cars (definitely a manual though).
Drinks-
America: multiple tequila shots OR just a diet coke.
Britain: a rum and coke/ vodka lime and soda usually goes down a treat. For pub sessions stick to beer and cider or a glass of red.
(NB there is one 'Irish Pub' here in Chapel Hill, so they say. No no, my friends, pubs do not have a dance floor and nowhere to sit, the only think Irish about this is the name, 'Fitzgerald's')
Boys-
America: either they are on the football team AKA 'hot as hell' OR they're not, therefore not worth it.
Britain: an abundance of average looking guys
I'M TOTALLY KIDDING ON THIS LAST ONE!!!
I've said it before but it's true, you Go Big or Go Home in all aspects of life. But there is something to be said for going to extremes, (obviously I am exaggerating most of this); it both exhausts you and gives you energy. Work hard play hard, y'all.
So there you have it. It's a different ball game out here. (Well, literally as well - Oliver Pearson, I dedicate this pun to you).
xoxoxoxox
and a shout out to all these crazy kids, miss you all xxx |