Hat Reviews Are In

Yesterday, as I was leaving work, George, an Englishman who speaks amazingly good Dutch, said, "Andy, you look like a working class Englishman in that hat."

I didn't know what to say. I sort of feel like that, too. Like I should be standing on a street corner in London screaming the headlines and selling papers for a few shillings, or pence, or whatever.

Everytime I'm speaking Dutch and I get confused in the middle of a story and say, "Whatever," F says, "It's not whatever."

Keeping me on my toes.