On the terrace

I went to a celebratory party for a New Zealander who has recently been awarded UK citizenship.

The venue was a roof terrace on a pub - the weather was sunny, to our surprise, though with ghastly gale blasting around.

He’s a lawyer, specialised in veterinary medicine. Very nice, charming and friendly, with sharp intelligence lurking behind all that, reminding me of a beautiful red Irish Setter. It made me smile that he had to go through the Life in the UK test all the same. It must have been piss easy for hm.

His sister, also a lawyer, is married to … another lawyer, and as you can imagine, the party consisted largely of a bunch of lawyers. Other occupations of the people I became acquainted with were no less prestigious than lawyer I can assure you: a director at GSK, a very senior civil servant… Why do I, who is semi-autistic social-inept and barely able to function even in a normal life, always find myself in such a place, I wonder?

Totally and utterly lacking necessary social (and language) skills required in such an occasion, I felt pretty much awkward and simply decided to enjoy my ale and the rare blessing of sunshine over London.

Mind you, people were really nice to me - trying to hold a conversation scraping up what little knowledge they possessed about anything to do with Japan. The sense of obligation and capability of this class to accommodate and handle almost any social occasion never fails to amaze me. However, much as I don’t want to sound ungrateful, I am not that interested in the place where I was born and grew up (otherwise I wouldn’t have left there) and I found a bit hard to play a part of a 'Japanese person’ - maybe because it just does not get to mention in my everyday life.

On the way back to the station, we went through a park so that Walter could do his business with the view of the great Imperial War Museum.

Good boy, he endured the occasion well, and so did I.
by uk_alien | 2012-07-01 19:22 | going native

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