strange days

i was in a store today where the saleswoman/manager had a new outfit everytime i walked out of the changing room. she would be waiting with a different pause with each outfit. red with purple with see-through with turquoise with ambrosia (i don't know what that colour is but sounds rich and voluptuous). it felt like the twilight zone in colour.
colour or color?
through her heard about a new Ethiopian place 2 blocks away and bumped into friends on the way there (iowa city is like the dai3a, bonjour bonsoir). of course we couldn't find it and interrogated the first stranger to cross our path for directions. of course the stranger was someone i had drenched with beer (lite beer i think) a year ago but luckily did not recognize me (or ignored me) and pointed to the place which was, well, which was right THERE. the ethiopian restaurant by the name of David's Place. of course. there are Davids in Ethiopia too. a spicy blend of odours wafted through the door.
odour or odor?
the waitress approached us with candour.
candour or candor?
portions were fortunately iowa size and not ethiopia size. David hovered in the background like a seagull (it is late and my similes are suffering). i am trying to end this paragraph with an our/or word and still make sense just for the heck of it but i'm having blogger's block. i prefer the our's to the or's anyway.
the 'our' has come for the Brits to mount their 'ourange' revolution.
come on lads! arise and revolt to preserve the honour of the English language!!!
honour or honor?