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

“How about you sit down and I’ll bring us some drinks out.” I said pointing to a
round Heineken table with a massive green parasol overshadowing it. “What do
you fancy?”
“Whatever you are drinking.” She said nonchalantly.
“Guinness.” I told her, asked her.
She said the Polish beer that I couldn’t pronounce. It began with a Z but the
sound wasn’t zed or zee. I could point it out though and that was all the barman
needed. I invited the Scouse and Manc fan out to join us.
They declined.
I was glad.
“Did you have fun?” I asked.
“It was essential.” She answered. “You?”
“I guess. I met a couple who were quite funny. Better than most of those
nobheads anyway.” I answered. In truth I was glad to be out of the bar and if I
hadn’t loved football as much as I did I doubt I would have returned.
“You must introduce me.” She announced and gathered her bags.
We finished our drinks then went inside to find them with a group of other ex-
pats. Elly charmed the barman into stowing her ‘essentials’ behind the bar and
we spent the next few hours hearing only English.