Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 371

Love Actually

I’ve been talking to my friends about Love Actually, that Brit movie in which Brits go to America and Hugh Grant is Prime Minister. There is a lot of love for it in the USA.

Especially, this bit…

I love this clip, because it is a) pretty funny and b) it reminds that I like getting asked to say words in my British accent (most of the time). But yes, we do say ‘table’ the same, so don’t bother with that one.

However, a recent debate has been raging about Love Actually. It’s certainly not the best movie ever (and that’s from someone who can’t STAND romcoms), but it has its charm.

But, one commentator says thus: ‘The movie is two-plus hours of soggy, ridiculous, British-accented claptrap. Tell me I’m wrong. And then tell me how Hugh Grant can possibly be the prime minister of England, because: WHAT?’ πŸ˜‰

Quite. And yet I’m quite sure I would rather watch Hugh Grant than David Cameron do this…

Pancake Day

Gordon Bennett, it’s Pancake Day in the UK on Tuesday! That’s Shrove Tuesday in the UK.

(Sometimes I think that every day could be pancake day in the USA, if you would wish it to be πŸ˜‰ ).

If you American folk out there want to know how to make a pancake the UK way, here’s your link.

Delish!

Delish!

Our British pancakes are slightly thinner and less heavy than the American pancakes I’ve experienced. American pancakes are like dollops (or do I mean dollar pancakes?) and our British ones veer more towards the crepe style. Our mixture is really, really, really runny. Like really runny.

Anyway, here in the States Shrove Tuesday it is known as Fat Tuesday. And, before any rude comments about this and the other statement I made above, let us remember that no matter where in the world you celebrate it, or what you call it, it’s traditionally a day when we clear the pantry of ‘heavy’ foods in preparation for the austerity of Lent, that begins on Ash Wednesday. The preceding period of gluttony is often accompanied by heavy drinking (oh, I didn’t know that bit!) and much merriment, as the holiday offers a chance for otherwise pious observers to ‘let it all hang out.’

Well, then, feel free to let it all hang out where ever you are πŸ™‚ .

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2 Responses to Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 371

  1. Andy says:

    “From Basildon” “Oooooohhhh”
    Hahaha! Just brilliant.

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