Bags packed, Lady Jay leaves her crude, provincial homeland, where the sun never stops shining and ice-cold lager flows (and drinks) like water to quench the burn of mountains of extra-spicy chicken wings consumed in front of seemingly-endless football.
How will she survive in ye olde London-town? How many pints of warm ale, pots of jellied eels, and days of fog and rain can one woman slog through before returning home, soggy, pale, and malnourished? And what about the seemingly-endless football?
Stay tuned for the next installment of “An Alehead Abroad” for the answers.