But went to a cafe right next to the court. Got a hamburger and chips. Big fat guy was sitting in the table next to me. Everybody seemed to know each other. People would come in and greet everyone in the cafe, customers and workers alike.
Pretty good hamburger and chips. But most amazing of all: I paid £3.75 for that including a can of Fanta.
You go the Cafe Nero nearest the Glasgow court and a pre-packaged bacon roll and small hot chocolate is £5.45. Way less value for money.
I like going to these small cafes out in the sticks. Get to see the way real Scottish people live. And they're never busy so the cook will eagerly come out to hear the next order. You can see the dishwasher back there. Honest people doing an honest job.
You know who else was a dishwasher? Bruce Lee.
It's a road paved by many immigrants. You have to do crappy jobs when you first come to a country. But before long, you're starring in kung fu films.
How was Bruce able to move here in the first place? He's from Hong Kong, after all. Not so. He was born in the US. His father was an opera singer and doing a show in San Francisco's Chinatown at the time.
You know what else is weird? That English national anthem story. Well, alright. What have you got?
Jerusalem? If this is the best song you can find, this shit isn't happening. It's full of religious references and doesn't even make a whole lot of sense.
People talk about the US being a religious country but check out the national anthem. Not a single reference to the divine. It's all about a fort being attacked during the War of 1812. Keep it simple.
And when people suggest alternatives, there's always one clear candidate: America the Beautiful. And that suggestion is always shot down immediately because there's a single "God" reference in it.
People don't stand for that shit in the US. Everyone is free to believe what they want but they don't want any religious bullshit sanctioned by the government. Quite unlike England where the head of the state is also the head of the religion. That's some real Saudi Arabia stuff.
As far as I'm concerned, there's only one choice for America's national anthem. There's only one song that gets the blood pumping, exposes the mystery of the volk, and makes you want to punch seven foot French guys in the gut. It doesn't even matter that the lyrics don't make any sense.
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