See now,
It’s not true.
But my girlfriend says it is. I think her proof for this rests in:
– Love my car
– Drive nearly everywhere
– Whinge if I can’t park near supermarket
– Love junkfood
– Love take-aways
– My bizarroid, speech therapy induced speaking, which makes me sound slightly off kilter for any accent that you might care to mention
– I like Dr P.
– I pick up slang easily, and so I’ve started to sometimes say ‘trash’ and ‘couch’ (although it’s morphed into ‘cofa’).
But it’s not true.
I’m not an American! I’m not.
Proof:
– Anti-capitalistish tendancies
– Love the UK and living here
– Don’t like V8 engines (although the air-cooled Tatra V8 is an exception, for sheer insanity)
– Like living where we don’t get earthquakes
– Don’t watch much TV
– Am British, damn it!
– So there. :-P
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