Due to being delayed somewhere, I saw the New Year in on a lonely road in the wilds of the North Yorkshire moors with only a Romanian taxi driver for company. As we neared my home it dawned on me that as he was dark haired he would make a suitable first footer. Have you ever tried explaining the tradition of first footing to a Romanian who only has a tenuous gasp of the English language? My advice would be - don't. I thought I had explained the basic principle quite well, until it came to telling him about the lump of coal. He looked at me incredulously and then it dawned on me that I didn't actually have a lump of coal about my person. I decided to improvise as I knew there were several dark stones in the garden at the side of the drive.
His instructions were to step over the threshold into the hall, hand Mr O the substitute lump of coal and then wish him a happy new year. Simple.
I think the Romanian was a bit reluctant as I had to give him a shove into the hall and stand by the door so he didn't bolt. I then shouted for Mr O.
Mr O came into the hall to be confronted by a tall man wielding a rock. He looked alarmed so I nudged the Romanian who wordlessly held out his hand and gave Mr O the rock. He turned to leave so I gave him a meaningful glare and he then mumbled "Happy New Year" in broken English. I moved forward to give Mr O a hug, and the Romanian was out of the door like a rat up a drain. I never got chance to thank him. Strange.
Did anyone else see the new year in in unusual circumstances?
I'm a bit short of money at the moment so I'm supplementing my income by doing a bit of taxi driving myself. I don't want anyone to know I'm doing this, so I put on a Romanian accent. Imagine my surprise when I took this strange woman to Whitby.......
He probably thought she wanted something more (TWB - taxi driver with benefits) and maybe a threesome when you called Mr O down. I can imagine he is telling his mates about an experience he will never understand.
Memorable, both for you and for him? but for different reasons. My first trip to AB for a couple of days and it starts with a good laugh. Things can only get better
Well, we were doing OK until somewhere half-way through the Cairngorms. Then one of the Huskies went lame and so we were stuck there in the wilds with only a few crates of champagne for company and sustenance. We've woken up back at home with headaches and not sure how we got here (probably an intelligent Husky took us back to the airstrip). New Year happened in there somewhere; sorry we missed the party - better luck next year.
Sounds about right Mrs. O. :)