Rancid. Out with a mad Glaswegian. Pissed by 6. Walked into the Kings Head where he immediately treated the old boys at the bar in a tirade about 'fúcking Romanians' and the 'fúcking p*ki' who recently ran over his nephew, to whch they reacted by welcoming him into their bosom. Topics of later conversation with this collection of racenteurs included, 'I've owned 106 cars in my lifetime, you might say I'm a petrolhead' and 'England will never do well in a world cup because of all the foreigners.'
By the time we'd moved on to a mixed antipasti platter and a mediocre pizzas, I was too pissed to speak.
I see from my phone that an Uber delivered me home at 2 a.m.
Cuisine - no. Casual food in Canada is much better than in the UK. It is only the really high class stuff that is better here and that's only because you imported foreign chefs to teach you how to do it.
Music and culture - yes, definitely better. Why do you think I moved here?