A Letter from Brett



He Said:

Right, we’ve gone and buggered off to our eternal mother - Old Blighty!
As you know, I’ve been transferred with work so Mandy and I have packed up the Seattle flat, shipped the cats off to the in-laws and made the big journey across the Atlantic to sunny Bournemouth, Dorset, England.
So what's with Date Night I hear you chatter. Well, even in the land of the perpetual tea break, Mandy and I are still busy people with crazy schedules. Date Night marches on more important than ever! But what does Date Night look like in Europe??
Will this blog turn into a slag-fest with me constantly moaning about crappy service? Will Mandy think every date spot is the greatest thing since sliced bread as it’s all so foreign to her? Will I maintain my hatred for chainy’s? Do English people even want to read about the dating habits of a yank and a JAFA (Just another fu$king Australian)? Do English people even date???
We don’t know, but we’re pumped up to find out.
Stay tuned to Date Night Dorset style!

Cheers,
Brett

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