The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

heard more about the English sense of humour in the last few weeks than in my
whole life. It seems the rest of the World is confounded by what we find funny.
The Poles don’t get the word play, which is understandable, I was constantly
pestered about an advert in which a cartoon dog is supposed to chase a stick but
makes a joke about something falling on the floor. Yep, I didn’t get it either but
it had Poland splitting its ribs.
Elly's Goddaughter was a cherub of a girl with Shirley Temple curls. It didn't
take her long to warm to me and as everyone else ignored both of us she showed
me her collection of stuffed animals. A dog eared elephant, a giraffe that’s neck
that had been hugged into a limp submission, a balding lion whose mane had
been over combed by a loving owner and a rhino that was leaking polystyrene
balls whenever it moved.
It must have been an endearing site as her parents kept checking and smiling at
me. Elly liked witnessing my fathering, caring side and when I finally returned
to her she moved her hand onto my knee. Another slice of cake was forced on
me and washed down with more vodka.
Another boy and girl appeared. They were both teenagers, the boy maybe 13
and the girl was probably 15 or 16. The older I get the harder it is to tell people's
age. When I was a teenager I could have told you the difference between a 13
and a 15 year old but now am happy to guess the right decade someone was
born in.