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From Cribley anonymous May 19 2008, 17:08:54 UTC
Bad luck!

On a very recent trip, I had the pleasure of sitting next to a Malaysian engineer and we both enjoyed a jolly good laugh about how the USA simply couldn't understand SI measurements. Or rather, he did. But he was extremely pleasant, and had an amazing moustache. We got on marvellously, until he tried to convince me a) that engineering would be a good course to switch to if English didn't work out and b) I had the "engineering" air about me.

He was business-suited, sweaty, bespectacled and very professional. I was in sandals, second-hand trousers, a lucozade stained tee-shirt and had three days face fur. I also clearly hadn't slept. We would have made an awesome detective team.

He asked me to guess his ethnicity. I failed four times in a row.

Luckily, though, he thought I was German. So I'm not a racist.

That's how it works, right?

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Re: From Cribley mcjack May 19 2008, 23:23:04 UTC
Orla: that sounds a fairly awful way to spend a train ride

Peter: you are German.

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Re: From Cribley causticwench May 21 2008, 13:45:45 UTC
Jack: thanks for the healthy commiseration

Peter: it is mandatory that these onslaughts take place on trains, I find. Did I ever tell you about that old man who screamed at me that I wanted a man "WITH BOLLOCKS, WITH BLOODY BOLLOCKS!" at Central that time, I think it might have been straight after the Lobster Pot and sullied my decent mood.

You must give off a pretty dazzling engineers' glow. . .

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causticwench May 21 2008, 13:38:45 UTC
You can have the bib of it if you like.

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