Tag: year out

So is it true, the girl with electric blue hair began in mock contemplation, that toilets flush the other way in New Zealand?  She set a half empty bottle of Carlsberg on the bar and looked at Connor, her face all anticipation.  Connor was absorbed in pulling the perfect pint of Guinness.  Not the first time he’d been asked this.  The brew settled, he removed the excess foam with the deft swipe of a plastic spatula and placed the beer on a coaster in front of the girl’s aloof boyfriend.  He could smell the leather of their jackets.  Toilets, sinks, showers, Connor answered, nodding for emphasis.  He knew it was a myth.  Satisfied, the girl slapped her boyfriend lightly on the arm as if she’d just won a bet.