Nah, I’m still here.
Thanks, though!
So, hypothetically, would it be possible to write a letter to someone explaining that the whole American Revolution thing was a bad idea and that I had no part in it and gave no consent to it and that I was sorry so please could I have my British citizenship back?
Deep down all you damn colonials want to be British Citizens again. You never realise how much you miss something until its gone.
One English granny is enough: I’m in London on an Ancestry visa (which is the new name for the Right of Abode) based on my quarter-English heritage.
I just wrote a longish post explaining what I dislike and what I like about being in the UK, but deleted it. Suffice to say, despite coming from a place consistently ranked as one of the most livable cities in the world, I heart it here and will be staying around for a few years, at least.
What the Scots? Well yeah they’re keener on golf up there 
BTW England just beat New Zealand three times to win the latest test.
What…you wanted to LEAVE? Well, that explains it. My noggin bonker doesn’t work when your brain is all discombobulated. See, it WOULD have made you British, so long as you were going to be a Brit-on-BirchBay. Start to think all weird and such, and it just doesn’t want to take any chances. 
Erm… yes, but that’s New Zealand.
OK, best not mention the Rugby. . .
or the football
Hey! that’s my family name! Perhaps we are in some way related, distantly.
England rocks. My post is my cite.
Scotti: You know I love it here! But I liked London when I was there.
Well, I’m a little amazed, but pleased, to see that nobody has shambled in and suggested that you stop brushing your teeth or start eating ‘kidney pie’ or some other such ignorant stereotype.
Seriously though, by all means live where you like, but why not just be you?
Could be! I have a family history that goes way back. I’ll have to read it again, as I’m not sure if I’m directly related to Sir Nicholas de Tilston (1200s) or if the name just came from the place where he settled (“on the border of wild Wales”, as it said). John Tillotson the Immigrant came over in 1695, I think. John Tillotson the Archbishop of Canturbury had a daughter who married into Oliver Cromwell’s line. The history details the Tillotson line up to the 1960s. I found a site by Philip “Pib” Burns online, and we’re related very distantly. He has the same history online. I’ve added a few details to it, making it slightly more current.
As for the Woods line, I don’t know anything about that.
Because I’m boring! 
Seriously though, there is no way I can be other than who I am. But I’d still like to live in England.
I never looked into the family name history. Perhaps I should. There’s a jazz pianist with my name too, who’s american. It ust surprised me when I opened the thread to see my name there. Small world.
What’s wrong with kidney pie?
(Well, steak-and-kidney pie, actually. My mom made great steak-and-kidney pie…)
Now I’m hungry.
There’s no such thing, that’s what.
See?
Doubtless someone will now come along with a link to some actual kidney pie or other - what I mean to say is that, if there is such a thing as ‘kidney pie’ (as opposed to steak-and-kidney pie), it is not at all common.
When come back, bring kidney pie.
I always thought that kidney was more difficult to get than steak, so that Mom had to fill out what would otherwise be a kidney pie with other meat.
from the perspective of what we can actually go out and look at here, you are right. It’s even much worse (=there’s even less history) here in L.A., as you know. But from the perspective of pride in our heritage, there’s no reason we can’t claim the thousands of years as our own. After all, those of us having European ancestry all descended from people who were there for most of those thousands of years.