My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather on my father’s mother’s side came over to America from England in the late-1600s. His cousin was John Tillotson, Archbishop of Canterbury. My surname is a common one in England.
The first car I remember riding in was my parents’ Triumph Herald convertible. My mom got an MGB after that, and that one eventually became my first car. I had two other MGBs too, and I have one now undergoing restoration. The owner’s manual is where I picked up “boot” and “tyres” and “sparking plugs”. (Sometimes I still spell it “tyres”, but I haven’t said “sparking plugs” in years.)
One of my favourite films is Spitfire, starring Leslie Howard. How British can you get? Battle of Britain, Spitfires, God and Country and all that… And Monty Python. Brilliant! I’ve always loved Monty Python. Of course I went to typical American schools; but I’ve always liked the way English schools are portrayed. I feel I’ve missed out on a lot of History by not attending an English school. And History is one of my favourite subjects!
Maybe that’s it. History. We have 400 years of it here. England has thousands!
I was watching a documentary on the Titanic. The captain’s last words might have been, “Be British!” Can you imagine someone saying, “Be American!” Americans tend not to take the inevitable stoically. We tend to fight until the bitter end. (Although there was an American Naval pilot in WWII who bemoaned his problems on the radio. He was told, “Shut up and die like an Aviator!”)
I find English syntax to be more stimulating than American syntax. They just seem to turn a better phrase.
Beer.
I find English women quite attractive. Not that there’s anything wrong with American women; just that English women (and Canadian women, and French women and Australian women, and Italian women) are a little more… something.
A sense of decorum.
You know the last company I worked for is headquartered in Nottingham?
I’m reasonably young. Well, young at heart at any rate. I’m fairly intelligent. I have a wicked sense of humour. I’ve put "u"s in my words since I was a child. (More aesthetically pleasing that way.) I’m good at data analysis, and wouldn’t mind wearing a suit to work. I’m good looking. Well, I’m not bad looking. I mean, small children don’t hide behind their mothers’ skirts at my approach as I walk down the street. At least, not very often. I can fly a helicopter. Any English ladies interested? 
No? Well, anyway; I’d still like to live in England.
