Ovid (publius_ovidius) wrote,

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What's Your Favorite Lie?

While I have a number of them, I told one of my favorite lies on a chilly night in London, October 18, 1999 (I checked my passport for the date).

I flew to the UK to meet my brother, Lewis, (cleverly known on LJ as ovids_brother) for the first time. We went to London to spend a bit of time prior to visiting Paris. While in London, we hit a pub and at around 10 in the evening, they called last call. I was a bit confused until Lewis explained the curious UK laws apparently implemented to encourage people to get drunk as early in the evening as possible. Naturally I wanted to keep drinking and we decided to find an after hours club.

Walking outside, we were immediately accosted by a pair of panhandlers. I had trouble understanding them at first due to thick Scottish brogues, but once it was clear what they wanted Lewis and I both turned them down. Then it hit me: they live here. After confirming that yes, they knew of an after hours club, I promised them a couple of pounds if, when we got there, there was actually a club.

We're walking along and one of them was in front of me talking intently with Lewis. The other one was talking to me and not walking very fast. In fact, I noticed that Lewis and I were slowly getting pulled further and further apart. Since Lewis was in front, I had no idea if he noticed this and I realized we had a bit of a problem. I'm trying to think of a way of dealing with this without setting off our new found "friends" when the one next to me asked ...

"So what brings you to our country?"

"Oh, we flew in to compete in the international Karate tournament."

And the gap between my brother and myself mysteriously disappeared.

What's your favorite lie?
Tags: my past, travel
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