tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768880143466778461.post6129434273776499859..comments2023-03-27T04:11:25.343-07:00Comments on The Life and Travels of A Professional Englishman: Adventures in Ann ArborProfessional Englishmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05175361951393746802noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768880143466778461.post-62049216931263689612012-08-25T22:49:03.006-07:002012-08-25T22:49:03.006-07:00Okay. Since "professional englishman," ...Okay. Since "professional englishman," AKA Andrew Murray Hall, a pyramid scheme aficionado/scam artist from Merseyside, did not respect my requests to delete my surname (so whenever anyone googles me, they find this nonsense about me), anything is fair game. First. For months before his trip to the states, he was sending mass emails about how he hated America and all Americans. All of them. Because Bush was president (because that must mean that alll americans loved bush, right? Smh..) Then when Andrew inexplicably decided to tour america, he invited himself to my city... I didn't invite him. He pulled the whole guilt-trip "oh, I can get a hotel room if you don't want me to crash at your place" thing, but I foolishly took pity on him and let him stay. I didn't wait on him hand and foot because when I have guests, I make it clear that they should act like they're at home and just serve themselves. (Mr. Hall doesn't like cleaning up after himself, even when he spills juice all over, so perhaps that's what I was complaining about.) I was also sick, and less than a year after this visit, I wound up hospitalized for six weeks. I was unfit for company. I gave him a bus schedule and he took the bus and spent most of his time in Ann Arbor online at the public library; the homeless men who stay in the library during winter days were the locals he saw the most of, and this is where he got the impression that all of us wear "lumberjack shirts and hats." The funny accents thing comes from his impression that we'd have southern accents. He heard one of my African American friends talking on my voicemail, and the accent sounded southern to him, and how he thought I'd sound. I don't think he spoke to anyone else other than bus drivers. The small shop where HE happened to find GPKs was a hypermart called Meijer. I took him there to surprise him with GPKs, and upon entering the small shop, he commented on how huge it was, lol. I could say a lot more, but suffice it to say, I learned as much as Andrew ~ I learned to never succumb to guilt trips, and to keep uninvited guests out of my home.Amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768880143466778461.post-48793278191930218502010-10-19T21:22:54.843-07:002010-10-19T21:22:54.843-07:00"Professional Englishman," I ask you ye..."Professional Englishman," I ask you yet again to please respect my wishes and remove my surname from your little blog entry. I've done you the courtesy of keeping your full name (as well as your old name...) withheld when I've mentioned your misdeeds online (and I've never done it in such a public, googlable sphere such as this); a similar courtesy by you would be appreciated, especially when only one side of the story is being presented. Thank you.<br /><br />PS- pyramids are fascinating, da?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com