I used to be the funny guy, always looking for an opportunity to get a laugh. But years ago, when I moved from New York City to California I had to tone down the cynicism and in-your-face humor as it just didn’t fly among the relaxed and less-abrasive west coasters. I learned my lesson, often the hard way, but completed the evolution to Mr. Nice (with just the rare dash of old-style nasty).
Probably for the better as here at the bnb, with folks on vacation, it’s mostly peace and quite they look for, not a Woody Allen wannabe. I got my just desserts with Gillian, Kurt and Stephanie though. But mostly it was Gillian. Delightful. Chatty. British. And with sizzling sense of humor (honed by hours of Peter Cook, Dudley Moore, and maybe some Monty Python to be sure). Not that Kurt and Stephanie didn’t contribute to the repartee, but dear Gillian set my Mr. Nice agenda back a good number of clicks.
Oh the Brits are indeed different — and fun.