I <3 Britannia

Now, it should come as no surprise that I'm an England freak.  Like we're more than friends?  There are lots of reasons why I heart the Brits: the country's gorgeous, they drive on the wrong side of the road in tiny cars that would take 3 to fill the spot my Taurus would leave behind, their grocery stores have whole aisles dedicated to chocolate, most pubs sell pints for a £....  But the biggest reason is their comedy.

The Office?  David Brent is so deliciously awkward, and it's always been Tim & Dawn 4-eva (screw Jim & Pam.  If you can't fall and stay in love in 3 episodes, then you don't deserve each other).
The Mighty Boosh?  I am practically dating Vince Noir (I wish!).  There's more to the Boosh than Old Gregg (Nicky Clarke, hottest you can get, fell asleep on them when I was pissed).  Keeping Up Appearances, Are You Being Served, Fawlty Towers, Waiting For God, Father Ted- all shows I can't get enough of.

I fell in love with Steve Coogan and Graham Norton while I was over there, and thank Jeebus Comcast got BBC America the week I got back.  That introduced me to Top Gear, Coupling, Doctor Who, Robin Hood, Torchwood... even Gordon Ramsay's grown on me.

Words cannot express how "homesick" I get when I see anything to do with England.  When the Pats played in London a couple of weeks ago, I could feel tears welling up because I wanted to be there so bad.  I'll watch anything that has to do with London or the Liverpool/Manchester area, since that's where I spent most of my time there.

I buy British Mars bars and Ribena when I go to Stop & Shop, drive 40 minutes to Plymouth to get Midget Gems, Jammie Dodgers, Wispa bars, Polo mints and Walkers crisps.  I devour books with Bridget Jones and Georgia Nicolson-

Christ.  No wonder I haven't been there in a while.  I spend all my free time watching their programing and all my money on their exports.  It's probably time to quit using my passable British accent to make Gwen pee her pants and start saving my money for another pop across the pond.  Or I could find myself a Ye Olde Sugare Daddy and he can take me back to the motherland.  I could have high tea with the Queen, find Prince Hot Ginge (shout out to Michael K), maybe even take in a Man U/Liverpool match and make it back in time to catch the last ride on the London Eye.  But for now I'll just have to content myself with my AbFab DVDs, Boots lip gloss from Target and monthly trips to NYC so I can wander around Topshop for hours and lose myself in the shoe department. 

God can bless America all he wants, but he better have enough strength to save the Queen!