by Мастер » Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:44 pm
The joke is that you were hardly travelling a long distance at all, but the traffic was so bad it took six hours.
Not unlike Michael Caine in a rather silly film (whose director I actually met once), who commented on his friends who claimed to have a lovely cottage just an hour north of 42nd Street. (For those not familiar, this is mid-town Manhattan, and borders Times Square.) He goes on to say, in his wonderful Cockney accent, that the only thing an hour north of 42nd street, is 43rd street!
They call me Mr Celsius!