I am a thoroughly English gentleman, bastion and a scholar. I said bastion, not bast...
Moving on, I recall days of living in the United States, and having people randomly approach me in the street, wanting a photograph with the "English guy". Often followed by a request to say something such as "banana", or asking whether I knew the Queen.
Following my move to the West Coast, this activity became much more subdued. However, much fuss remained about the "English guy" Although the emphasis seemed more focused upon gaining from association.
Much as it Is against my principles, our American cousins do appear to enjoy being verbally berated and abused in a natural English dialect.
If course, for clarity, this was twenty years ago, or thereabouts. I left, had a daughter, and never went back. However, I do love America. The space, freedoms, diversity, and those epic sunsets.
Moving on, I recall days of living in the United States, and having people randomly approach me in the street, wanting a photograph with the "English guy". Often followed by a request to say something such as "banana", or asking whether I knew the Queen.
Following my move to the West Coast, this activity became much more subdued. However, much fuss remained about the "English guy" Although the emphasis seemed more focused upon gaining from association.
Much as it Is against my principles, our American cousins do appear to enjoy being verbally berated and abused in a natural English dialect.
If course, for clarity, this was twenty years ago, or thereabouts. I left, had a daughter, and never went back. However, I do love America. The space, freedoms, diversity, and those epic sunsets.