In the UK, we simply call it ‘booze’. In the USA, it’s called an ‘adult beverage’. I find that interesting.
Meeting British people
I have met some random Brits recently in the USA. Just like that – ‘Hello’ – ‘Oh you’re British, so am I’. There are a surprising number out here. I met a woman at the pool today. Her husband heard my accent – ‘You’re British!….So’s my wife.’ And we chat. She’s from the same place I went to school in the UK. What a small world. How funny to hear a West Country accent in Maryland (she still has it after 10 years).
Then a British guy in a band, playing in a bar just down the road from our house. He was from Wimbledon. Check out his band!
And, would you Adam and Eve (USA peeps: that is Cockney Rhyming Slang for ‘believe’) it, a British friend of mine from home, whom I played netball with, pops in for a cuppa on her way to New York, to get the cruise ship back to the UK. She’s been out in the West Coast for 18 months living it up.
We British expats get everywhere! Ain’t that funny!?
Yes, America, yes!
I learned another valuable lesson tonight, which being in the USA has taught me, and it is this: if you are ever wondering ‘shall I, or shan’t I?’, the answer is ‘yes, you shall‘ – DO IT! Don’t doubt / carpe diem etc….it might just be brilliant!
I was asked out for a few drinks tonight by some people who follow this very blog…..shall I go? Yes, of course I shall! What have I got to lose? It will be awesome! And thus, I spent a few [too short] hours tonight in charming Ellicott City in the company of some equally charming chaps, who gave themselves the moniker ‘HocoHomos’. An excellent name, that, if they don’t buy as a blog name, I will! Top marks for the boys because when I unleashed my British innuendos (and they do come thick and fast – nod, nod, wink, wink) they totally got them!
They revealed a penchant for British comedy (Outnumbered, Keeping up Appearances and, of course, Ab Fab!), and it made me slightly homesick as they recounted a recent trip to Europe. It’s refreshing to get a different take on European culture – sometimes we forget what is on our doorstep, Brits…..
I am finding getting up and heading straight for the tennis scores, owing to the time difference, something to get my head around. Still, at least I’m not watching Andy Murray’s painful attack on the semi-finals (and, please, the finals) in to the wee small hours like the UK audience is having to endure.
I watch it, it’s tense and gives me palpitations, and then I breathe a sigh of relief and can head to the pool (if this bloody rain will just stop!) because my afternoon is just starting 😉
I have stated that I will eat my cowboy hat if Murray doesn’t win Wimbledon….Crap, I love that cowboy hat……..