Just been outside having a smoke, (I know...my bad) and my mind was wandering as it does thinking about the "fine rain that soaks you though" here in England and a question popped up.
What was the first thing that jolted you into thinking "I'm not in Kansas anymore"??
For me, I think it was the first time we went to a Chinese restaurant. When the waitress came to take our order, she spoke with a Mancunian accent, as opposed to an American accent. I remember sitting at the table and being really thrown by that. It may be wrong of me, but all I could think of at the time was, hang on a minute, why does she have such a funny accent.