How can you say I go about things the wrong way?

You obviously didn't visit north london specifically Streatham .... you would be the only white face .... and still be a foreigner the community there is that diverse, believe me.
By all means come over and stay.

All the very best.
(no the sauce bottle doesn't make you look like and English person .... twin set and pearls..;-)

Seriously, quit your job. You speak English, perhaps you could find work in London as a...heavy drinking file clerk. Take it from someone who knows what they're talking about.

But, how do you feel about the word colour?

Is "whinge" even a word? I fucking hope so. Were I British, I might know...

You should go.

See! See!

Anyway, I have always thought the change would be good for your psyche.

Over here depression and suicidal tendencies are par for the course and, therefore, part of the general English condition. Ergo, the attitude; 'it can never be that bad', always said with a head tilt and shrug of the shoulders.

See, at the moment, I am trying to elucidate why I would prefer dark, satanic Northern England for the lizard-friendly climes of Las Vegas to future Kin. It is hard to register even a modicum of uncertainty. For the pessimist in me, the contest is that cut and dried (although this is counter-weighted by the knowledge of cheap hollibobs, and also not having to use the word ‘vacation’ more than I would want).

I think London would ‘get’ Lina, and vice-versa. You could have matching tattoos.

So, your points

- No, we do not hate Americans. Indeed those that you find that do indulge in such cruel sport should be avoided. Nine times out of ten they will have never been (and I include package deals to Florida in this), and have no concept of the words ‘States’ in USA. You may look down your nose and call these people Little Englanders.

- I just came back from a dry county in your lovely ‘South’, and I must say I did miss the ability to walk into any given shop and buy a decent bottle of wine for the evening’s entertainment. That lunch did not come replete with a European beer perplexed me greatly.

- The reason old people look like that is mainly due to them having been through two world wars (even if they haven’t) and that they have to live off a diet of boiled cabbage and Brussels sprouts. And when I say ‘have’, I mean that in the stubbornest sense; not because they really have to, but because they enjoy being miserable. I even think it is a quasi-constitutional right. Over here miserable people are seen as daft, old eccentrics, not as therapy-heads.

- As in New York, most of the handsome men are gay, darling, or at least metro. This is England, afterall. “Game of Rugger in the morning, and a swift round of buggery on the coach home, what-ho!”

- It is cold. And this year will be super cold. Yet, that usually means we will actually enjoy a summer in 2006. It is worth being in the country for such a feat. It is like being on drugs, honestly. One day all is grey, bleak and unfriendly. The next girls are skipping around in see-through shirts; all thirteen of the UK’s convertible cars are out parading the streets and boys laugh without a care in the world whilst wearing over the knee shorts and carrying second hand copies of Dostoyevsky’s masterworks.

- For the immigrant thing, I refer back to the Little Englander mentality. We are a mongrel nation, and long may it remain that way.

- London is especially expensive, but then, you can find that everywhere. Cheaper always resides within a couple of your ‘blocks’. Ahem.

So. Come join us. :D

A complete article about England and no mention of how valiant it was to starve the Irish into submission. I'm disco-pointed. You, on the other hand, are looking more and more gorgeous as the years slip passed.

WOW! All the bad stuff you said about"OVERTHERE" is the same stuff I heard.... Now you made me want to go also............

I really enjoy visiting England, and I like all that roasted, boiled food with gravy. Plus the fish and chips. Now I smear Marmite on everything. I like England and would go back, except I'm afraid of the mad cows.