drunk depressed merkin
Myself and a group of friends were in a quiet pub having some mid week drinks to cope with the high levels of stress that undergraduate students have to cope with.

As the night wore on the bar got quieter and quieter which was in stark contrast to the lone American at the bar who was becoming louder and more emotional by the minute.

Our group felt sorry for the bar staff who looked very uncomfortable but we were certainly enjoying hearing about how he didn't want a girlfriend just yet, he'd only had sex once and regretted it. He told his mum about it and though she was disappointed with him she was glad he'd decided to try being celibate again.

The conversation at our table started up again and it wasn't until a while later we realised the poor guy had burst into a fit of tears at the bar. Getting drunk was obviously his way of letting it all out.

Concerned but wanting to remain stoically British about the situation we didn't really know what to do. Then Colin decided to go up to him and see if he was ok.

"Are you alright?"

"It's so cold and wet in this country!" spluttered the now angry yank. "And there's never any sun. Where's the fucking sun!?"

The guy had a point. It was a small village on the east coast of Scotland and it was always windy, cold and wet. More to the point, we were only a couple of months into the first semester and already it was pretty much dark a little after 15:00.

We felt this guy's pain. He was clearly new to this land and thousands of miles from home. But sometimes you just hear something that cuts through all that and you can't help but laugh. Lots.

"Well, this is Scotland." said Colin, "What did you expect?"



"I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE LIKE BRAVEHEART!"

Scotland is not like Braveheart. My only suggestion is that Hollywood films contain warnings for Americans about how they have no grip on reality in the slightest. And allow me to conclude with a joke from Frankie Boyle. "When they were making Braveheart people were saying Mel Gibson would never make a convincing Scotsman. And now look at him: a racist alcoholic."
( djtrialprice, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 12:27, 8 replies)

If I remember correctly
A lot of Braveheart took place in the rain...

Did he just want to see a lot of men in Kilts?
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 12:32, closed)

from the 10 minutes of it that I saw
there was also sun and sweeping views of hills - not many of them in the east.

I don't think it captured the greyness and violent, loud drinking shenanigans in quite the same way that Danny Boyle's opus did either.
( djtrialprice, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 12:56, closed)

Which coastal village was it?
Depending _where_ on the east you go, there are some pretty beautiful hilly views a short drive away.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 13:21, closed)

St Andrews
Nearest one would have been Largo I think. That's got quite a beautiful view of the North Sea.

Whereas Falkland hill has a view of 60s highrise block of flats Raeburn Heights in Glenrothes :(
( djtrialprice, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 13:33, closed)

Close the question!
We have a winner.
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 13:47, closed)

you're
too kind
( djtrialprice, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 14:24, closed)

*click*
Oooh, that's good!!! Cheers!!!
( SpankyHanky, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:01, closed)

Fantastic tale...

*clicks hard*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 11 Feb 2009, 11:49, closed)