Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 571

Really bloody cold

There’s not much going in UK Desperate Housewife land at the moment because it’s just really cold and that’s about it. Snow days, blah, school delayed, blah, really cold, blah, freezing temperatures, blah.

Snow days blah

Snow days blah

The Number One thing I won’t miss when I return to the UK is the freezing cold and the endless school closings. How many days of school missed already here in Maryland? I ask how many days have been missed in the UK cos of the rain? 😉

If I were President…

Harry’s delightful answer to this question posed to him and his class mates in light of it being Presidents’ Day this week: ‘Imposible (sic). I am English.’

This.

This.

Hersheys vs Cadbury

An American friend recently asked how many Hershey kisses you could eat in one sitting. None, I replied, cos I’m boycotting Hersheys. Fact.

Hands off!

Hands off!

#boycotthersheys #eatrealcadburychocolateonly

Oooh, the controversy that ensued! Best keep my British sarcasm out of it! 😉

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 570

Basketball courts

It has been pointed out to me that American basketball courts are, if looked upon at the correct angle, mildly amusing.

Snigger like school children if you will. 🙂

Tee hee

Tee hee

The Real Desperate Housewives of Howard County

It’s been two years since I last played the Desperate Housewife parlor game Bunco in the USA (read about that fun experience here 🙂 )and such an evening as this is a fabulous insight into a decadent world of marvellously gregarious and humorous women, wine consumption, padded toilet seats and flamingo-in-the-yard happy hours.

I think that possibly the two that need explaining are padded toilet seats and  flamingo-in-the-yard happy hours….

1. Padded toilet seats. I’ve never had such a comfy wee break as I had on this squishy toilet seat in this plush palatial McMansion bathroom. I kind of wished I’d needed to stay there longer. There were extravagant light fittings that flashed and music to keep me entertained. That was a special loo pitstop, I can tell you.

Kind of like this!

Kind of like this!

2.  Flamingo-in-the-yard happy hours. Apparently this is something that happens in the Desperate Housewife neighbourhood on a Friday lunchtime. Whoever places this plastic flamingo in their front yard is the one having the happy hour at their house that week and all the Desperate Housewives keep an eye out for it and when they spot it they pile on over for drinkies until the school buses drop off their kids and then they return sozzled to their McMansions, or those who are empty-nesters or just don’t have kids carry on drinking until the small hours, smug in the knowledge they don’t have to get up for swim team practice or whatever other activities are on the never-ending schedule of organised fun.

Flamingo double shot happy hour!

Flamingo double shot happy hour!

What fun!

Medical bills so far in the USA

$15,674 smackeroonies.

That’s how much we’ve ‘spent’ via our insurance for doctors’ and dentists’ bills in 2 1/2 years. Interestingly, it’s pretty much equivalent to the same amount we’d pay over the same length of time for UK National Insurance contributions.

None of that is due to the three of us being overly sick or indulging in decadent with dentistry, so I can’t imagine how many people manage to maintain any form of private health insurance in the USA when in order to get access medical assistance and health you need money. But that’s going down a political route, and I know you folks don’t want that in this blog!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 569

Fat Tuesday, USA

I wish I was in New Orleans for Fat Tuesday this coming week. Oh, what fun! I love me a bit of Bourbon Street! The beads! The booze! The bands!

This is the place to be.

This is the place to be.

I’ll be finding something to do though for it. Ooh, I love a bit of Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras or Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day, or whatever folks choose to call it. I get very confused….

Valentine’s Day, USA

It’s that time of year again when EVERYONE at school gets a Valentine’s Card and NO-ONE is made to feel left out, and thus the children are not prepared for real life when sometimes no one gives a toss about you and there’s no one special in your life to give you a card, or a bottle of plonk and take you out for an over-priced meal on Valentine’s Day, blah blah blah.

Love hurts, kids. See, I haven’t been totally Americanised! I can still be a cynical, grumpy Brit 😉 .

(Btw, do they do this Valentine card giving to everyone in UK schools? I need to know to prepare myself. If not, hoorah! If so, boo.)

17 children, 17 cards

17 children, 17 cards

As is the way in American schools, everyone’s a winner!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 568

Accents in The Wire

As a Brit in the USA, I am fascinated by how fascinating my accent is to Americans. ‘Say this word and this one and this one!’ they cry (often British swear words appeal to a certain crowd!). I am also intrigued by how some people find it easy to pick up different accents. My son can alternate between British (at home) and American (at school) with ease. On the other hand, my husband’s Cockney accent often warrants interpretation by me for our American cousins (it’s the fast way he speaks, plus the use of colloquialisms that confuse).

I also love the varying American accents across the States. How I love to travel to South Carolina to hear the Southern twang reminiscent of Scarlett O’Hara herself, or to hear the Texas cowboy drawl whilst hanging in a bar listening to country music. Ah, bliss! I attempted a New Jersey accent in front of American friends recently as my new dinner party party-piece. I need to have a word repeating in my head in order to recreate this North Eastern accent and so I keep pronouncing the word ‘dawg’ (dog) over and over, just like my New Jersey friend’s mother does (and slightly based on the Desperate Housewives of New Jersey, sadly), and then I gush out a sentence, generally with the word ‘dawg’ in it. It seems to work and the guests all seemed fairly impressed by this girl from Bath, England (that’s pronounced ‘Barth’ btw) 😉

The Wire, set in Baltimore

The Wire, set in Baltimore

Accents are an amazing thing. They can set us apart or make us feel part of a group. They are the key to our identity, our community and our culture.

With all this preoccupation about accents in mind, I spoke to BettyAnn Leeseberg-Lange, a professional ‘accents expert’ about her work with Talking Well Consulting. She’s worked on TV shows such as The Wire, with ace Brit actors Dominic West and Idris Elba no less, and with The Shakespeare Theatre, focusing on dialects and accents and her interview is truly fascinating stuff.

Drive-thru banking, how I will miss thee

I’ll miss it. Until I experienced it, I never even thought about it using it. But, I love it here in the USA. It’s a lazy-ass thing, but on a cold day it beats finding somewhere to park (like in the UK) and getting out the damn car!

I’m talking about drive-thru banking, folks. It’s not a thing in the UK.

Why do you need it so? asked a British chum. Cos, I replied I get paid by ‘check’ and they have to be deposited.

Yep, America-land still loves them checks!

A drive up bank thingymajig

A drive up bank thingymajig

Those video banking hole-in-the-walls

Question: inside American banks, when you speak to the person via video and then send your money up the ‘Gringotts shoot’ as I call it (Harry Potter reference), where is that person actually located? I think they’re upstairs somewhere cos that’s the way the shoot goes, but maybe they’re located in the basement next to the bank vault. Or, perhaps, more boringly, they’re just in the office along the corridor. And if that is the case, why can’t they just be behind a counter?! So many questions!

I need to know the answers!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 567

Swearing in a British accent

Some American friends I have actually ASK me to swear because they like the sound of it in my British accent. One even said to me that they think it’s funny how everything sounds more pleasant in a British accent. To them, even the swear words don’t sound offensive 🙂 .

One of my fave sites is the Effing Pot – all about British slang and swearing.

Bloody – One of the most useful swear words in English. Mostly used as an exclamation of surprise i.e. “bloody hell” or “bloody nora”. Something may be “bloody marvellous” or “bloody awful”. It is also used to emphasise almost anything, “you’re bloody mad”, “not bloody likely” and can also be used in the middle of other words to emphasise them. E.g. “Abso-bloody-lutely”! Americans should avoid saying “bloody” as they sound silly.

Bugger – This is a fairly unique British word with no real American equivalent. Like bloody it has many uses apart from the obvious dictionary one pertaining to rather unusual sexual habits. My father was always shouting “bugger” when he was working in the garage or garden. Usually when he hit his thumb or dropped a nail or lost something. Today we might use the sh** or the f*** words but bugger is still as common. The fuller version of this would be “bugger it”. It can also be used to tell someone to get lost (bugger off), or to admit defeat (we’re buggered) or if you were tired or exhausted you would be buggered. You can also call someone a bugger. When I won £10 on the lottery my mate called me a “lucky bugger”.

But, let it be known that Americans DO NOT like the word ‘hell’. No, no, no. Don’t say ‘hell’ ever as this is deemed to be very offensive, even in a British accent. What the hell?! 😉

;)

😉

Another REAL Desperate Housewives of Howard County issue

You’re going to love this one! It’s like something from the actual Desperate Housewives TV show. And it rather tickled me!

This is happening in my neighbourhood!

This is happening in my neighbourhood!

‘To whomever parks regularly at night behind my house: I appreciate that you are practicing safe sex, but could you please take your used condoms with you rather than tossing them in my yard? I don’t particularly mind that they are taking advantage of a rather secluded spot. It just pisses me off that they are so thoughtless that they think it’s not a problem to leave trash and more on someone’s well manicured lawn.…and it has been going on for months.’

I’ll update on any activity for sure!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 566

The White House West Wing Visit

Well, scrub it off the bucket list! We visited The White House. And jolly nice and white it was too 🙂 .

If I tell how we got in there I would have to kill you, so let’s just say it was a specially arranged visit….

I couldn’t help comparing the whole West Wing to the House of Cards set, which has slightly bigger corridors and Oval Office, which, I am guessing, is to accommodate the cameras and all us effing extras.

Totally top notch was being able to visit the secret remaining bit from when the Brits burnt down the White House in 1814. Sorry about that, Americana chums.

Anyway, I was sad not to be able to compare arm muscles with Michelle, who was obviously lunching somewhere fabulous and not hanging around her husband’s work at the weekend. Fair play to her.

Here are the pics:

They left a microphone for me to play with :)

They left a microphone for me to play with 🙂

The entrance to the West Wing

The entrance to the West Wing

In the press room - yeehah!

In the press room – yeehah!

Stuff about how we Brits didn't succeed in getting the job done!

Stuff about how we Brits didn’t succeed in getting the job done!

The burnt bit that remains....

The burnt bit that remains….

USA flags flying high

USA flags flying high

British accents are the best!

Well, they are the most attractive apparently. ‘Tis true! A survey recently found the British accent to be the most attractive in the world.

I have. And I don't. :)

I have. And I don’t. 🙂

The British twang beat out American, Irish and Italian to get the top spot, while French – an accent often associated with seduction – was found to be only the fifth most attractive accent. Sorry Frenchies 😉

What, what, rather! I know a lot of Americans who’d give their right arm for a British accent, or at least to have one spoken to them frequently!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 565

My American friend’s commentary on the USA

This week in the USA it’s been a busy news week (depending on how you view news).

An American friend of mine seemed slightly overwhelmed and exasperated by his own country and asked for the opinions of folks who aren’t originally from the USA about what they thought of it all:

‘I would love to know what foreigners think of US news this week: drunk dancing sharks are the biggest news from this year’s Super Bowl (yes, a championship game for football, not dancing sharks); a “closeted” gay republican congressman, Aaron Schock, decorates his office Downton Abbey themed; children in the US have measles again (yes MEASLES) because Jenny McCarthy MTV M.D., and the likes told parents not to vaccinate. And this is only Tuesday. Non-US friends, please weigh in on how ridiculous this country currently seems, I’m honestly curious!’

I replied that, as ever, the USA provided me with essential blog-fodder in its own weird and wonderful way. But, honestly, I’d be curious to find out what folks around the globe thing when they read these things about America-land. Do tell!

This, fyi, is Aaron Shcock’s Downton Abbey-inspired office 🙂 (He won’t comment on this by the way!)

Downton, Aaron Schock style

Downton, Aaron Schock style

The first person who acknowledged Harry’s cultural difference at school – hallelujah!

I have the utmost respect for the only teacher in Harry’s American schooling experience so far who has recognised his innate and unequivocal Englishess in and out of the classroom.

Yesterday she told me: ‘We speak so fast and differently sometimes, with our own idioms and cultural references, that for Harry as a seven-year-old it must often feel like we are speaking in a foreign language.’

True that, smart lady teacher. (Only what I’ve been telling the USA schools here for nearly 3 effing years.) We truly are  two nations divided by a common language, and Harry can certainly confirm that.‬

This :)

This 🙂

The 21 mile-a-day walking man

James Robertson, the 21 mile-a-day walking man from Detroit. If you don’t know his amazing story, you should check it out here.

Harry and I talked about the story of James Robertson in Detroit and Harry couldn’t believe this man had to walk 21 miles every day just to get to work. He was so touched by this man’s story that he wanted to know all about James, how he lived, if he liked his job (he does), and if he is sad or happy.

My seven-year-old made him this card which we’ve sent to James via the Detroit Free Press. That’s 21 kisses for the 21 miles James had to walk to work and back.

21 kisses for James Robertson's 21 miles

21 kisses for James Robertson’s 21 miles

P.S. James has a car on the way to help him get to work and back now! Hoorah!

This sort of thing doesn’t happen around here!

I read a story this morning that informed that over 50 cars in Columbia, MD had been spray painted overnight. Pain in the arse for those car owning folk this morning. I was actually pretty shocked, don’t ya know! That sort of thing doesn’t happen around here! 😉 No, seriously, actually is doesn’t.

I am more used to this sort of thing in the town in which I live in the UK; where I experienced such things at a weekend as drunk folk falling into my garden; fires being started on purpose; having my car nicked by a 12-year-old; having three blokes garden running through my back garden; having an attempted break in; endless cherry knocking; plants being ripped up; and my elderly neighbour being constantly harassed.

Pic courtesy of Columbia Patch

Pic courtesy of Columbia Patch

So, yes, to hear of this sort of thing in Columbia, MD = wowsers. (And some are spray painted with PROFANITY as well…….) #mustgoandtakeapeek

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 564

Rosie runs across America

“The idea for this journey is to run across America and to run into America and to celebrate the lives of people nobody knows. At my age, you can’t wait for the world to come to you. You have to come to the world.”

These inspirational words were uttered by a 68-year-old Welsh grandmother who is running across the USA from New York to San Francisco.

I have a mind to drop it all and join Rosie Swale Pope. I wish I’d known she was around here in Maryland the last few days doing her running; I would have loved to have seen her.

Run Rosie Run

Run Rosie Run

Rosie’s inspiring story can be read here.

Things British people never say (except sarcastically)

There is an excellently fun list of things that British people would NEVER say doing the social media rounds.

Totally true.

Totally true.

These are my faves 🙂

19. I honestly can’t remember whose round it is.

23. I might be drunk, but I still don’t want a kebab.

28. I actually had a detox over the Bank Holiday weekend.

30. No, however you want to make my tea is fine.

41. Math

42. Li-cess-ter

43. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

London snow

I hear there was snow in London. And there was some kind of chaos.

Oh come on! Says the Brit on the East Coast USA who is used to big dollops of the white stuff.

Oh come on! Says the Brit on the East Coast USA who is used to big dollops of the white stuff.

Phooey to that, is all I can say. Get a grip, London! 😉

Real Desperate Housewife Problems

It’s shocking to read some of the issues that the real desperate housewives who live near me in suburbia-land, Howard County, have. Don’t read on if you are affected by seriously difficult and challenging situations – this one could really mess with your head…

‘My husband wanted me to put this out here. We bought one of those little watermelons from the Giant at River Hill. Cut into it the same night and it was rotten. I brought it back and exchanged it for another one. Cut into it soon after, and it was rotten. Haven’t taken it back, because I shouldn’t have to do that twice. I just won’t buy much produce from them anymore. Had an issue with them during the holidays also. So, just beware if you can’t see the inside of a fruit from Giant.’

No, not the rotten watermelon issue!

No, not the rotten watermelon issue!

If I hear any update on the tragic watermelon issue, I’ll be sure to let you know 😉

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 563

British stuff wot I spotted in the UK

These are some of the things that amused me and that charmed me whilst I was in the UK. Just take a look at the gallery 🙂

A British road sign

A British road sign

Lacock village wares for sale

Lacock village wares for sale

Some cans in a river. Bloody toerags!

Some cans in a river. Bloody toerags!

A very British bakery

A very British bakery

A very British post office

A very British post office

A very useful British man

A very useful British man

Lacock. Beautiful and British.

Lacock. Beautiful and British.

Expat Austin Mum

Here is the final and super interesting installment of Brit Caroline’s Austin, Texas adventure so far…. (it all seems so familiar to me!)

One month in and three new changes happened: one, our shipping finally arrived, two my parents arrived from England for a fortnight and three after lots of discussions with other mum’s I felt the time was right to let our eldest daughter start going to school on the bus. Our shipping was booked to arrive at 10am now I was expecting it to be a bit late as these things tend to be, but almost four hours later the container finally arrives after travelling 4847 miles from England unscathed (I googled the distance) a few miles down the road it got stopped by state troopers, nothing to report just a routine search but they decided to just take their time!

Mother’s Day arrived here on May 11th so we decided to celebrate on that date rather than in March mainly because it was easier for the children as we knew the school and preschool would be doing their usual Mother’s Day craft work that week, a lovely lay-in, creative cards from the children, breakfast in bed, a beautiful flower delivery and dinner at a great local Italian restaurant was well worth the wait.

After about nine weeks I felt a real sense of homesickness I know this is a normal reaction for anyone to experience on any level, we love Austin and are very happy here so I guessed this was part of the transition process that could strike at any time. Some days I felt life was very similar to England then when someone heard my accent and I’d given an overview of why we are here, watching their reactions really brought home what a huge change we’d made and how new everything still is.

Austin

Austin

We finally got to the never-ending three-month school holidays, I knew a few mums from school by this point so I met up with someone different about once a week, every Wednesday the girls did swimming lessons, I made every Thursday my day to take the girls on a long day out to places such as the zoo, museums, indoor play-zones, they also attended a summer camp and we also flew to England for two weeks.

I was initially very nervous about my first flight on my own with two children I sat us all directly in front of the gate entrance so there was zero chance of us missing the boarding, everything went so smoothly I wished I hadn’t worried so much. For a few days it was disorientating being back, how come I never noticed how small the roads are before. I then picked up my hire car and stalled it at the first traffic lights because I forgot I wasn’t driving an automatic and strangely it took a few days before I got back in the swing of driving on the left again. It was great to wake up to hear seagulls and smell the sea air, plus a walk to the corner shop seemed a novelty too. Every day and most evenings we met up with someone different, I wanted to squeeze in as many people as possible as we probably would not be back again for a whole year, after returning to the UK for two weeks many people asked me how did I feel to be back in America? Well I am pleased to say I felt glad to be back in Austin for numerous reasons, my husband, the weather, the lifestyle and we felt we had already built some great foundations for us to live here very happily.

One weekend after the summer we attended our first music festival ‘Austin City Limits’ we took the girls straight after school on the Friday and after queuing for an age we were in, it was hot and we had no idea where to go so we just went straight to the beer tent of course, one wine, one beer, water for the girls and we were ready, next stop was on the grass for Paolo Nutini which was great fun, a bit of pizza later we then found another stage, pitched up far back again and settled on the grass for Sam Smith, the girls loved dancing along to the music and making friends with the children sat next to us. The next day it was raining heavily and some of the acts were cancelled but by the time we had dropped the girls off with a sitter, got some lunch and headed home to switch the flip-flops for wellies the sun was out and our enthusiasm has been revitalised. We were excited to see Iggy Azalea she knocked out some good tunes, we met up with some friends and got set up in a fairly good spot for Lana Del Ray, then my favourite of the whole weekend Eminem came on stage, such an amazing set and still a massive entertaining star!

Driving USA

Driving USA

The day had finally arrived to do my driving test 19 years after my first one, the week before and on the way to the test centre I was concentrating so much on keeping both hands on the wheel, must keep looking over my shoulder as well as mirrors, must completely stop behind lines at crossroads etc. that as I started driving out of the car park towards the road to start the test I suddenly realised in horror I was driving on the left hand side…..aaaaahhhhh. My tester said as long as I didn’t do that on the roads I’ll be fine I mumbled my apologies and blamed my nerves!

In all the films Americans have always seemed to make a huge deal of Halloween but I had no idea that people would start decorating their houses a month before Halloween, huge 4ft wide spiders attached to fake webs on houses and bushes, 8ft skeletons with black cloaks hanging from trees blowing in the breeze, huge inflatable black witches cats everywhere, grave stones popping up in people’s front gardens then on the night of Halloween there was over three hours of trick or treating around the whole neighbourhood!

Halloween USA style

Halloween USA style

Even though English and Americans both speak the same language just! I have definitely had some vocabulary challenged experiences over the past few months such as the day I took my youngest into a hair salon to have her fringe trimmed and was mildly taken aback when the friendly lady said ‘oh you mean you want her bangs cut’ eeerrrr what?  I recently said to an American lady I was planning to wear hot pants to the Austin City Limits music festival, I could tell by her wide-eyed smiling face I’d maybe said the wrong thing, I googled the American definition of hot pants “a female who can’t control her sexual appetite-nympho” in fact what I should have said was ‘short pants’! One night we went for dinner with another couple, my husband still smoked then and when the couple asked where he had gone I said ‘oh he’s just popped outside for a fag’, in wide-eyed hushed tones they explained why I should probably stick to using the word cigarette to describe a smoker!
The children are now both at the same school and settling in so quickly it’s truly amazing to watch and they were both the ‘cool Brits’ for weeks, my eldest said the other kids would practice doing a British accent and she would give them marks out of 10! Both girls are picking up a Texas twang however if I ever let a word slip or drop a T they both stare at me and say ‘don’t speak American mummy’ in very serious voices. One of their friends had a brother turning one recently, his proud American mother said she had seen the outfit Prince George wore to his first birthday party, sourced where it was from and had it shipped over here for her own son to wear to his first birthday!

Thanksgiving arrived, no houses were decorated, there’s no present giving but the children are off school, husband is off work and we had been invited to a friend’s house to join them for their Thanksgiving dinner, we enjoyed some traditional dishes such as smoked turkey and sweet potatoes with marshmallows I would say the day felt similar to our Christmas day, shops were closed, everyone getting together cooking and drinking, kids playing outside and terrorising the dog! The day after Thanksgiving is called the ‘Black Friday’ shopping day, we had been advised by numerous people to stay off the roads and away from shopping malls as it is a jungle out there on this day and watching the news I’m glad we did.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

The lead up to Christmas was not quite as rambunctious as I was expecting, no nativity play at school, most establishments had minimal Christmas decoration and after numerous shopping trips, two school ‘winter’ parties, reassuring the children that Father Christmas will still find them in Austin and my husband’s family arriving Christmas eve, our first Christmas day in America had finally arrived, it started as a lovely warm day and after breakfast, opening presents and us all wearing Christmas jumpers we head out for a walk around the neighbourhood and the local lake, this resulted in a few compliments from passing Americans on our matching attire! The afternoon was a typical English Christmas day of late turkey lunch, drinking, catching up with absent family, TV watching and taking it in turns to play with the children until it was time for bed.

We have almost completed our first year in Austin and some days I feel we are on top of the world and that life could not get any better and sometimes I feel sad, homesick and I just want to feel like I fit in and not feel like the token Brit everywhere I go. When I look back on 2014 it has truly been a whirlwind of craziness, surreal experiences, fun and laughter, business for my husband is going extremely well so all is looking promising for us to stay another few years. What this space!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 562

Take out boxes/bags USA vs UK

I love the American take out boxes in restaurants. It means you don’t have to eat all your dinner in one go – save it for lunch = economical! Nothing is wasted! You can just ask away for one and your server brings one right out, job done.

Not so, dear friends, in the UK. When I asked for one in Bill’s restaurant in Cheltenham, the server was confused as to what I was asking for.

‘I can’t eat both fish cakes,’ said I. ‘I’d like to take the remaining one home and have it later for my supper.’

Well, after much discussion, the chap brought me a bag. This is that bag.

The British version of the take out box...

The British version of the take out box…

And I did take it back, and I did eat it later. So, UK restaurants, get with the program – take out bags, boxes, or whatever are a GREAT IDEA!

UK/USA chocolate debate

Get your tea cups at the ready, British expats! We have some work to do! What?! Why?! ask the Americans. Because you’re banning our far superior chocolate. That’s why!

Aren’t there other more concerning, more important, more fundamentally dangerous things being imported to the USA than a lovely, melty, creamy, velvety, delicious piece of chocolate?

I am cursing myself for not bringing back a suitcase load of the stuff when I returned from a UK visit last week. I reckon I’d be a millionaire by now. And if I was, I would have a room made of Cadbury chocolate that I could eat bit by bit, and I’d film myself eating it and people would pay hundreds of dollars just to nibble on my chocolate room. Fact.

Something like this..... ;)

Something like this….. 😉

There’s a petition to get the decision reversed, set up by my chum Nicola Edwards from The Queen’s Grocer who imports British foods for her USA store. You can sign it too, if you value your taste buds. Her business will be seriously affected with the ban in place, though you can still get your hands on her British bangers, which is good news.

So, what’s it all about? Hershey Co, the American chocolate giant have filed lawsuits against British importers LBB Imports LLC (Let’s Buy British), and Posh Nosh Imports accusing the companies of ‘infringing multiple trademarks’.

If, like me, one of your weaknesses comes in the shape of a Toffee Crisp, Maltesers, Yorkie, Cadbury, or Rolo your taste buds may soon be challenged. Most every British person I know will say that Hershey chocolate sucks big time. Including me.

Hands off!

Hands off!

Many Brits who live in America make sure they know where they can buy their comforts from home: decent tea, biscuits (cookies), sweets (candy) – and anything made in Britain by Cadbury. It’s that little slice of home that makes you feel, for a small moment, that you’re back home.

I love me some British Cadbury chocs – that’s just the way my taste buds roll. So, get signing the petition, folks, and let’s get these chocs back in our gobs, as us Brits would say!

Super Bowl stuff

The Super Bowl is currently on as I write this blog. I don’t really have much interest in American football. I have tried. mind you, and I did enjoy February 2013 when the Baltimore Ravens were playing, because the atmosphere round these parts rocked.

But I confess to not having given a rat’s arse about this one.

That's me!

That’s me!

This is what I do know, or at least think I know, and some of it might just be a load of crap, and most of it was gleaned from the Daily Mail showbiz site, so take it as perhaps not being anywhere near the truth…..

The UK Desperate Housewife’s Guide to the Super Bowl XXXXVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

1. Some dude called Tom Brady is playing and he is married to the supermodel Gisele and he had a cold recently. He plays for the Patriots and they are in New England.

2. Recently two comedians did something which was meant to be funny as part of the Super Bowl publicity. I don’t know what it was they did.

3. Katy Perry is singing at half time or during the interval or whatever they call it and people can buy tickets for about $12k to see her do that and then watch a load of commercials that have, gasp, never been shown before which are selling, gasp, stuff Americans don’t really need, but which they will, gasp, now go and buy because they saw it all during, gasp, the Super Bowl (so says the marketing powers-that-be).

That thing happening today....

That thing happening today….

4. Obama is being interviewed at some point. About what, I’m not sure. But that’s the sure-fire way to speak to and get the attention of all Americans all on the same day.

5. Bloody millions of chicken wings get eaten by Americans during the Super Bowl. I’m having kale soup, for the record.

6. A lot of money is spent on the Super Bowl and I was kind of hoping that, instead, some of that money would go towards education and community projects in neighbourhoods that need that kind of thing, but who am I to judge or suggest such things….

Have fun, Super Bowl fans, and I choose the Patriots….wait, no, the Seahawks. Oh, who cares….Andy Murray lost the Australian Open. 😦 / 😉

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