Picture the scene, Wordpretzels. We’re about to land at Lisbon Portela Airport at the start of our holiday.
Captain: “Ladies and gentleman, please remain seated and keep your seatbelts fastened until the seatbelt signs are off. The weather in Lisbon is fine and the temperature 20 degrees celcius. The local time is 8.30pm.”
Man sitting behind us:” ‘Ere. That’s the same time as it is at home.”
Female partner: “Oh yeah! That’s funny, innit? Cos, when we go to Spain, it’s like 2 hours ahead of us.”
Man sitting behind us: “Yeah, you’re right. Why’s it the same time in Portugal, then?”
(Pause).
Female partner: “I dunno. I think it’s something to do with England owning Portugal once or summink…”
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