Well, by “England” I mean “mostly London, Bath, and York,” and by “invasion” I mean that me and Mrs. Mancer are going to be there for a week. We’re taking in the sights, sampling the cuisine, and enjoying the pleasures of British hospitality.
It’s to celebrate our 10-year anniversary, and it’s possibly the worst-timed vacation either of us has ever been on, what with all this war and everything. But we’re not letting that spot of trouble bother us, even if it means we’re going to pretend we’re Canadian.
I leave tomorrow, and it’s doubtful I’ll be checking anything on the web, so this is adieu until next week. If there are any British Dopers out there, be looking for me - I’ll be the guy pretending he’s from Canada.
A cunning plan, marred, if I might say, only by the trifling fact that a great many Brits can’t tell the difference (or simply don’t make the distinction).
He means that if you pretend to be Canadian by, for example, talking in a Canadian accent, it won’t work because we can’t tell the difference and we’ll assume you are American anyway.
Have fun. And if you see a scruffy long haired fat guy in the British Museum on Saturday, it might be me. So why worry about terrorists, when you can worry about that?
York!!
Fantastic place
Make sure you do the original ghost walking tour. It meets every night at a pub on the river and is great fun. And no, I’m not on commission!!!
**Canadian: **Hi there!
**Brit: **Oooh, you’re American, aren’t you
**C: **Actually, I’m…
**B: **Where are you from? San Francisco?
**C: **Actually, I’m Canadian…
**B: **That’s what I thought, American, oooh, those earthquakes…
**C: **I’m from Toronto!
**B: **Is that near San Francisco?