rosegarden Posted February 7, 2007 Author Share Posted February 7, 2007 I have only read one of his - it was the one where he goes round Britain. Thought that was very funny. Do you mean Notes from a Small Island? If so, yes it's very funny in parts. What tickled me was the way he talked about how enthusiastic we are when offered a cup of tea . And it's so true......or is that just me Carole Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Janet Posted February 7, 2007 Share Posted February 7, 2007 Do you mean Notes from a Small Island? If so, yes it's very funny in parts. What tickled me was the way he talked about how enthusiastic we are when offered a cup of tea . And it's so true......or is that just me I guess that largely depends upon whether you like tea or not - I wouldn't be at all enthusiastic about being offered tea! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rosegarden Posted February 7, 2007 Author Share Posted February 7, 2007 I guess that largely depends upon whether you like tea or not - I wouldn't be at all enthusiastic about being offered tea! LOL......very true..........I think I presumed that everyone is a tea-aholic like me Carole Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Do you mean Notes from a Small Island? If so, yes it's very funny in parts. Yep, that's the one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted February 9, 2007 Share Posted February 9, 2007 A passage from 'Down Under' or 'A Sunburned Country', Bill Bryson's book about Australia, that had me in stitches. Some kind people were giving him a guided tour in their car when he fell asleep. Quote: I am not, I regret to say, a discreet and fetching sleeper. Most people when they nod off look as if they could do with a blanket; I look as if I could do with medical attention. I sleep as if injected with a powerful experimental muscle relaxant. My legs fall open in a grotesque come-hither manner; my knuckles brush the floor. Whatever is inside -- tongue, uvula, moist bubbles of intestinal air -- decides to leak out. From time to time, like one of those nodding-duck toys, my head tips forward to empty a quart or so of viscous drool onto my lap, then falls back to begin loading again with a noise like a toilet cistern filling. And I snore, hugely and helplessly, like a cartoon character, with rubbery flapping lips and prolonged steam-valve exhalations. For long periods I grow unnaturally still, in a way that inclines onlookers to exchange glances and lean forward in concern, then dramatically I stiffen and, after a tantalizing pause, begin to bounce and jostle in a series of whole-body spasms of the sort that bring to mind an electric chair when the switch is thrown. Then I shriek once or twice in a piercing and effeminate manner and wake up to find that all motion within five hundred feet has stopped and all children under eight are clutching their mothers' hems. It's a terrible burden to bear. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jeannette Posted February 11, 2007 Share Posted February 11, 2007 Yes, that's classic Bill Bryson!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anika Posted November 19, 2009 Share Posted November 19, 2009 I've only read, 'Notes From a Small Island' but that was years ago. I'd like to read it again, but maybe I'll read something else by him first. I think 'A Walk In the Woods' looks interesting. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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