bear™ likes to cartwheel along the High Street whilst whistling theme tunes from James Bond Films. It brings a smile to the shoppers' faces.
Why bear is so kind to bring happiness to shopper's lives! Lakes, Philip the horsey and bear should go on a galloping/ cartwheeling trip around town...
The only Londoners I have ever found friendly are those not from London who moved there later :P
Macclesfield?
I've learned over time that they just define 'friendliness' differently.
My regular social faux-pas include sitting with legs wide open, talking with mouth full of food and open (not often, but enough to annoy friends), spilling things on other people's laptops (several times ), yelling at other drivers when they behave badly, yelling excitedly in streets on my own when I read/see something lovely and heart warming on my phone and going up to complete strangers in London to tell them I like their sense of style. (This one gets surprisingly positive results - London is all about being pushy in a smart way.)
I've learned over time that they just define 'friendliness' differently.
My regular social faux-pas include sitting with legs wide open, talking with mouth full of food and open (not often, but enough to annoy friends), spilling things on other people's laptops (several times ), yelling at other drivers when they behave badly, yelling excitedly in streets on my own when I read/see something lovely and heart warming on my phone and going up to complete strangers in London to tell them I like their sense of style. (This one gets surprisingly positive results - London is all about being pushy in a smart way.)
yew sarnd like a reel Cockney sparrer. and no mistake.
When I want to say something important, I bounce up and down and flap my hands excitedly; I give limp handshakes; I'm scared of people; I wear trainers all the time; I like talking to moderators; I'm a super picky eater.
Hmm. Well I went out in the car yesterday in my giraffe onesie, (complete with hood with eyes, horns and ears on and a tail) oblivious to the fact that I'd shut the door on the tail so that people in other vehicles could just see me sat there with my giraffe head on and a long tail jammed in the door flapping about in the wind and rain.