I have spent this morning reading through the “anglophile” and “I wish I was British” tags and just banging my head against a wall
Then I decided that banging it against the wall didn’t quite express the despair enough so I’ve moved onto banging my face repeatedly against the floor trying to drown out the fail
Firstly, I love that “Britain” and “England” are interchangeable, apparently. Nice to know the country of my birth, the country in which I’m currently sitting, doesn’t exist. Wales? What? Wales? You mean like Free Willy or something??
Secondly, just stop. I’ve lived in two of the poshest cities in England, and no one has any time for what these people think is “standard” British behaviour. We don’t sit outside our cottages sipping tea and talking about the Queen. Nor are our average men anything like Mr Tennant, Smith or Cumberbatch (and I share your pain on that one)
Please feel free to come to the Welsh Valleys and tell everyone how much you adore English boys and English tea and the “British accent” and how much you love posh people, fries being called chips, the words “bloody hell” and “wanker”, and the Royal Family.
You’ll probably end up with a free ride in an NHS ambulance. Lucky you.
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posted on February 26, 2013