The fiddlers way.

So it was another late night at fiddler's.

Around 12 i got off and it left me feeling very comforted.

I take the place for granted really. Working 7days in a row this week and similar hours for the past wee while have made me just totally zone out of the real world.

But tonight, even though it was the cause of my late finish, i couldn't help at smile at a group of people, all from different places. A large man from Florida who wore a kilt, two guys from Manchester and a couple from another part of England.

While they were eating they sat in completely different areas of the restaurant but somehow all got to talking and then inevitably started drinking.

The American was talking about how he has travelled all around the world and never had a better stay than his current one here in Drum.

Then he ended up talking about how it is so easy to judge a race of people e.g. we dislike Spanish because they are always the ones who come for dinner at around 8:55pm just as we are about to close.

But he said that he went to Russia and hung out with some guys from the army and couldn't believe how similar they were to us.

"When it comes down to it, everyone is the same. We all want the same shit out of life, essentially, and people should realize that."

He said that and everyone around the bar stopped in silence for a moment and thought about it and realised that it is so true.

Then, one of the blokes piped up and said "Aye, the Germans were like that too, i found i really got on with them. They bombed our chippy, but still a nice bunch".

Everyone erupted with laughter and broke the sentiment of the American but it was good.

But this sort of thing happens almost every night and i have never really stopped to think about it before.

I guess any place is like that but whisky does wonderful things init.