Yup, I just confirmed with Wikipedia what I thought - it was invented in the 1800s to give cricketers something to do in the off-season. (Of course, broadly similar stick and ball games go back to antiquity.) Traditional girls’ school stories are full of hockey references, although IIRC the Malory Towers series went more for lacrosse.
During the Seventies there was a weekly TV series where towns competed against each other in a variety of events - proper sports, not the novelty events of “It’s a Knockout” - and indoor “field” hockey was regularly featured. Short corners are fun to watch, I found.
Come now, it’s not that old–plus I like that movie (once I figured out what they were saying).
Ah, yes-the ultra expensive athletic shoe. We have them, too. But luckily, they tend NOT to be $300, but $150–why they’re more expensive over there, I’ve no idea. I have never bought a pair of Jordans or whatever, so I am not sure about that $150–they may well be more. I do buy my daughter good running shoes (at $100) because she over-pronates…
“I am glad to see that chivalry is not dead and that British gentlmen can still set the standard as far as behavior in mixed company is concerned.” she said primly.
It may be 11 am there (and time for elevenses!), but I am off to work at a dastardly hour of the morning here. Hope the sun shines today for the Brits!
I was in the US when The Full Monty was out over there, I went to see it with US-Blokie because he said he needed me to explain what was going on. I don’t think he understood the language either, and at certain points I was the only person laughing because I was the only one who understood why certain things were funny.
There weren’t any subtitles in the version I watched, not sure about Lock,Stock though. You’d like subtitles for the southern accents, wouldn’t you? Your ears just aren’t attuned to the plummy purring…
It was very much a “because it’s there” thing. It’s at least possible that I might want to work somewhere in the EU, so UK citizenship opens that door. Plus, who knows? If the U.S. turns into a fascist dictatorship, and I’m having trouble finding a brown shirt in my size, I might just say, “Bother it, I’ll try life on the other side of the pond for a while.”
I had watched years of All Creature Great and Small, which, while it wasn’t the same accent, prepared me for glottals and swallowed words. The plummy ones (I think) are trying to speak with moving their mouths at all. Or a t’all.
For tonight I have Moonstruck–I’m on a an 80s movie kick.
So, what city are you close to, chowder?
<looks jealousily at Sal’s dual citizenry>
C’mon-the folks came over here in 1600 something–surely that counts? I could be a Briton, yes?
Heh, my sister-in-law is exactly like this, and it does mystify be a little bit. I tend to think, (especially at the recent election), “look, you silly woman, I thought you Murcans had cleverly worked out that taxation without representation is a Bad Thing”. She doesn’t plan to go back to the U.S.A., so I’d have thought she might want to have a vote, and other little things like going through the same customs queue as her husband, just to minimise hassle. Perhaps after your next election, I can persuade her to “nationalise” herself here.
(Oh, it’s no big deal, just strikes me as a tiny bit strange. She does, however, say that it seems rather a big thing to change one’s nationality, much though she might hate the current administration, and I suppose I can see that. I imagine if the sitution were reversed and I had been living in the States since Og knows when, I might still feel a bit bad if I decided to stop being Scottish).
Oh, and big welcome to the O.P., our new British Doper. Cyber digestive biscuits and tea to you,(and Jaffa cakes if you’re good. And shortbread and scones, although that last one might depend on how you pronounce “scone”…
Good point. Yes, that one was a bit of an afterthought, and perhaps a mistake. Still, as long as our war will be civil and with proper tea breaks and bank holidays, that would be all right. Can’t say fairer than that. Mustn’t grumble, etc…
As near as my genealogically inclined sister can figure out, my Canadian citizenship eventually derives mostly from some loyalists who fled New York State, and my American citizenship derives from some patriots who left Quebec.
Nonsense. Hale ain’t in Cheshire, even though you wish it still was. (Yes, maybe you still include it in your address, but who do you pay your council tax to?)
Cyber digestive biscuits and tea to you,(and Jaffa cakes if you’re good. And shortbread and scones, although that last one might depend on how you pronounce “scone”… 
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