Things Brits miss
There was a list published recently about things Brits in the USA miss. To be honest, I don’t miss that much from this list.
BUT….there is one thing I really, really miss whilst I live in here in the USA.
British deodorant. All the USA ones either:
a) don’t stop ya smelling (and I know, cos I a fitness instructor);
b) give me an allergic reaction;
c) leave loadsa stainage on your clothes.
This has perturbed me muchly since I have been here, and thus it falls on to every visitor who asks what they can bring from the UK to put one thing on their list: Dove Invisible Dry Deodorant.
Oh, I can get it here if I order if off Amazon and pay extortionate amounts, but, you know, it’s the principle.
In fact, I am sooo nearly running out, and it’s four weeks till my parents come with their suitcases stashed with it all, that I had to email a British friend who lives here in the USA and who has been back for the Glastonbury Festival, to stop off at Boots (or Superdrug, though preferably Boots because I am a bit snobby like that – oops, sorry brother of mine who works for the international conglomerate what owns Superdrug) and get me some.
Anyway, suffice to say that the need to get some Dove Invisible Dry under my pits in this Sweaty Betty East Coast USA weather is URGENT. π
Crossing the road signals
When you cross the road in the USA there is generally a RED HAND and a WHITE WALKER (not Games of Thrones stylie, I hasten to add π ) and flashing numbers (you literally have 15 seconds to cross the road – less if you’re in New York, because they are very, very busy there and everyone is in a right old hurry all the flippin’ time).
However, I still say ‘Wait for the green man‘ cos of that dude that we have at crossings in the UK.
Funny that.
There aren’t many things I miss either but I am so with you on the deodorant front! I’ve kind of got used to the roll on/gel stuff (purely because I was forced to!) but nothing beats a blast of Dove!
ah, once again…”in the USA”–you mean, in the part of Maryland where you are. We have literally 35 seconds to cross at some intersections where I live…20 seconds in others, etcetc. There isn’t really a standard National Cross the Street Speed (although I agree, NYC is rather brisk)
Of course I mean that. I always mean that. It just gets a bit dull if I write ‘in the part Maryland where I live’. And I’m also prone to the writers’ prerogative of over or under exaggeration. I have no idea how many seconds it is. I plucked a number from the part-of-Maryland-thin-air-where-I-live π