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Good story VirtualTracy.
On the Isle of Harris/Tweed (same summer). I was in a pub. The accents were strange. I realized after a moment they were speaking Gaelic. I struck-up a conversation easily with the crowd and unlike the Flamonds in Belgium (nationalist idiots), they immediatly started to speak English (unlike the Flamonds), seeing how I didn't understand the language. Ladies & Gentlemen, what. The evening was very long and full of laughs. In those days the pubs closed at 10 o'clock. But that was enough.
On the Isle of Harris/Tweed (same summer). I was in a pub. The accents were strange. I realized after a moment they were speaking Gaelic. I struck-up a conversation easily with the crowd and unlike the Flamonds in Belgium (nationalist idiots), they immediatly started to speak English (unlike the Flamonds), seeing how I didn't understand the language. Ladies & Gentlemen, what. The evening was very long and full of laughs. In those days the pubs closed at 10 o'clock. But that was enough.