Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 438

Snake in a tree!

Yesterday I saw something in the USA that I DEFINITELY would not see in the UK…..a gurt big snake in a tree! It was a whopper and the cheeky bugger had climbed up about 12 feet into the tree to get to a bird’s nest, but them birds were having none of it and were pecking the wotsit out of that snake!

I have no idea how this fight of nature fared, cos I had to get my arse to the pool, but I’m thinking the snake may have given up.

Look at that big mother fuffer.

Look at that big mother fuffer.

But wait….a snake that size makes his way round Lake Elkhorn, where we go happily a-scooting and a-running and a-walking? Holy crap!

I also found out that it is illegal in Maryland to shoot a snake, not that that thought ever crossed my mind, nor do I have a gun. Recently some dude was arrested for shooting a snake in his backyard, finding out that, when the police arrived to see who had discharged a firearm, he had in fact committed a crime and off he went to jail. Fact.

Primary Elections, USA

Yesterday I stood outside a polling station in Howard County for the Primary bit of the elections. What is it about American politics that makes it so different from British politics?

Some people might think it’s a bit more interesting, a bit more glam, a bit more pizzazz (I’ve never written that word before, so I don’t know if that’s how you spell it ;) ).

American politics has money, for a start. And massive campaign rallies and commercials on TV that are not just some dude in a suit telling you about the miners in 1981, they have empowering speeches, TV debates that kinda work, political commentators going nuts, people going nuts, talk show coverage etc.

Oh, and the issues and topics that matter, of course. But, that aside, it is different from how it is in the UK and I can’t quite put my finger on it, though I think it may have to do, especially here in Howard County, with social class, wealth and money…… but that’s not what this blog is about, so let’s not go down THAT particular avenue!

Anyway, I think American politics feels different, it looks different and it smells different, somehow.

My dude, Tom Coale, won by a big ole, and well-deserved, majority by the way! Woop!

Jolly Ranchers

I had one today and they taste to me like 1980s America. I only say this because I must have eaten a shed load of them when I was 9 in Florida, in 1983. :)

Re-writing history

This is how Harry sees American history…..

‘When George Washington was President he sacrificed English people to the dinosaurs.’

Naughty George! :)

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4 Responses to Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 438

  1. Kevin Inghram says:

    Wow, I have never seen a snake in a tree in Maryland. That is terrifying!

    • They need to make a movie about it!

      • Pat and Pam says:

        That was probably a black snake, which can get very, VERY big (6-8 FEET, maybe more). They are a “good” snake in that they are not poisonous and keep vermin down, but unfortunately they also go after birds eggs and probably bird babies. When we lived in Maryland, we had them on the property. At one time we had a hose stretched a long way in the garden, and the birds were going nuts about it; then I realized they thought it was a snake.

  2. jackie says:

    Sacrificed English people to the dinosaurs? Well, except for the virgins; they went in the volcano as usual. America has 169 volcanoes—something else you wouldn’t see in the UK. Although with the scarcity of virgins, 169 seems way more than necessary.

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