More of the same...

Another stony-faced welcome this morning. I greeted the security guard who sits on reception (this company is too tight to have a proper receptionist) with a hearty 'Good morning' - all I got back was a blank stare. The charm that flows through this building really puts a skip in your step...

As a result of the reactions I get at this office, I've been researching how to be a bloke in today's world - thought I might be going wrong somewhere - and found the following tips and tricks. Not sure that some of them would work in Israel, but I'll give this one a go:
To avoid a faux pas at the DIY store, never ask for help. When approached, refuse. Then, three minutes later, ask for help, starting with the word "actually".... And no more continental-style kisses for friends...

Got a family do tonight, a Brit Mila (ouch!) for one of mrs. anglosaxy's new nephews. Should be a good excuse for a few beers.