My adventures in the use of a restricted vocabulary continued today, as I asked the guy in Beck’s coffee shop for a ‘cup of the outside’ (take away cup). When he asked if I needed a bag I tried to strike up a conversation with him, explaining that I wanted to drink the coffee in the shop, but that I prefer take away cups. As this came out as something along the lines of: ‘I will be drinking in your house, but I really like the taste of coffee from a cup of the outside’, there was no real surprise when he did not reply.
Last night at the Sento I had trimmed my beard down to a goatee, and after a day of walking around looking like an uber-camp Steve Austin I took the plunge and turned it into a full in moustache. Thank goodness I can at least tell people that it is for a play, and not because I have a penchant for French pimps.