This post really isn't as deep and meaningful as the way I've title it suggests. Anyway, today I was rather spontaneous. I need, as any avid reader will know, to get myself a mortgage. I spoke to an IFA (Independant Financial Advisor) this morning at about 9:30 and was told that it'd be much much easier to talk mortgages if I were able to go into the office.

So I did. I finished getting dressed (I was only in boxers at the time - Yes, I wear boxers not pants.) and left at 10:30 for Hitchin.

Anyway, where was I.... Yes, British Culture. I had a go at housemate Chris last night whilst proof reading a bit of his dissertation. He was saying something crass about the worlds diverse cultures. I think I take that back now. There's so much diversity in the UK alone....

On the train back from London to Southampton, I was sat with 2 other people. There I was with my McDonalds, can of Fosters and laughing out loud frequently to the book "Are you Dave Gorman?". Opposite me, getting progressively more angry with my school girl giggling, was a well dressed mid-20s bloke with an apple and orange, reading the National Geographic. And to my left, annoying the both of us was a woman nattering in a whiny londer accent to her mates on the phone whilst reading the latest issue of some random women's magazine.

You couldn't have put three more different people together from the entire carriage. Although, perhaps that has something to do with the fact that the three of us were the only non-suited non-business (wo)men.