*goes to england*
me: excuse me, what time is it?
brit: time wots that m8?
*big ben chimes*
everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*
brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG
They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via oiseauperdu)