Kev and I just went for a walk from the Novotel Heathrow to clear the head and help Kev, who arrived in the dark, realize he was in Briton. We probably walked for about 15 minutes until we found an old english pub, "The Six Bells." I really wanted to know if english pubs where as friendly as I had been told, so after a quick chat, we headed in to find out.
The answer is yes! Within 5 minutes we were chatting to our first official english friend Tony. I think the friendship got off to a booming start after I ordered a Guinness shandy (half Guinness - half lemonade) from Lucy the bar attendant. Both Tony, the bar staff and the football supporters watching the game thought this was hilarious and so after some good natured ribbing of the Aussie, we settled down to share our pint. This was so great. I was in a english pub with Kevin and like all else so far it was going to script. The next thing I know Tony had brought me a drink and also put his wife on the phone! We had a quick chat about Tony, their son and made arrangements to catch up when I am in Birmingham for a cup of tea. I almost felt part of the family.
Then I noticed a huge but beautiful German Shepard dog behind the bar. I was so happy as I miss my dog Zeus so much. Kyla (I think that was her name) kept popping her head over the bar to greet and say Hi to the customers. She belonged to the owner who gladly brought her over to say hello.
A lot of hotels are finding the going hard in the UK at the moment. I hope as many as possible survive as this is so much a part of the culture. It was a fantastic introduction to some of the local people.
 Tony, Kev and Myself at "The Six Bells" |  Kyla and me |
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