One of Grandad's old stories
Long, long time ago when I was young and I had finished university, I decided to spend a year in Britain. I searched and I found a course in the University of Salford, which is just next to Manchester, in Advanced English and Translation and Interpretation.
Well, I wanted to get the most out of it, so I went to the accomodation office in order to find a British family that could offer me a place to live because I didn't want to live in the university halls of residence with the other Spaniards. That is how I came to the door of a detached house, rang the bell and a two-metre bearded fellow opened the door. I had the address of a Mrs Kelly so I asked nervously trying to use my best English: "Could I please talk to Mrs Kelly?" and he replied in a rather loud way: "Do I look like Mrs Kelly?".
In fact he was Mr Kelly. He was Irish and quite fond of golf, so when I explained the purpose of my visit and that I came from Spain, he immediately invited me to an Irish coffee and re-baptized me with the name of SEVE in honour of SEVERIANO BALLESTEROS, who was really well-known in the 80s in Britain because he had won the British Open, the US Masters...
After that Irish coffee, meeting Mrs Kelly and the rest of the family, being invited to a huge dinner and being taken to the pub The Fox, where we had to leave the car because we were not in a very good state after a few pints of lager and Guinness, I decided I would stay with the Kelly's. That's why some time later I began to call myself SEVE O'KELLY (which was even my nick name at the school where I worked before because I also told my students about this story).
So you can make comments about
SEVERIANO BALLESTEROS (you can also read something about him), or about the story I have just told you, or about how to make an
Irish coffee.
Or anything you like, as for example the experience of living or travelling abroad, Manchester, Ireland....
