His bladder probably. Which reminds of the time I asked for the washroom at a swank hotel just off Hyde Park and the snooty concierge didn't get what I meant, so I had to remmeber to say the loo, the water closet, the restroom and he finally caught on.

After a few weeks around UK & Scotland, I wound up at the Hard Rock Cafe in EDI to add to my shirt colection and while downing a few pints, or seven, couldn't help notice the familiarity in the accents so asked the bartender and he was from Sherwood Park, which is essentially a suburb of Edmonton. He pointed out around 1/3 of the wait staff who were also Canadians and then it made sense.