Eccentric / Concentric

It felt like a normal enough weekend, but looking back there were a few oddities.

The plan was to meet up with two Dutch friends who come over every year to visit the local historic sites. We arrived in the small town (anonymous to spare its blushes) on Friday evening and the first thing was to have a meal in the B&B we were staying at, very small portions but I suppose it was OK. The waiter, who is the son of the owners, was a very interesting fellow who mistakenly thought he was funny. We tried hard to excuse this behavior as we'd been warned he had a brain injury; now this together with the slight language barrier and another member of our party also having communication problems due to a stroke, meant that it could have quite quickly got very, very messy. The result was thankfully very entertaining!

Then we decided to visit the local pub, where our Dutch friends had been made so welcome in the past. After much merriment from the local Rangers fans, we were left in no doubt as to why this was the case. Out came the balaclavas and sword, the landlord was wearing an orange Nederlands football shirt... we made our goodnights and left them to it.