Because, Mangetout despite various attempts by evil yanks to distract us from the subject matter, that subject matter is in fact Why We Have an Aversion Americans. And “quaint” has nothing to do with that.
Errrr, Why We Have an Aversion to Americans.
See, now these yanks are encouraging me to drop the word “to”. They’re all evil, I tell you.
You’re all just jealous because we get to touch the football with our hands.
Because they fear my wrath.
Wrath? From someone in Wokingham?
How quaint.
:: d&r ::
On behalf of my nation, I must apologise most humbly for the haitch.
But YOU guys take back that bloody ZEE!
Zed! Zed, curse you all. Ex Wye Zed! Zed Zed Top! New ZedLand!..
Wouldn’t that be the import of American culture to other countries? Kinda difficult to export something without someone willingly accepting it.
ratty, ol’ cobber ol’ mate, I’d like to apologise on behalf of [Aussie Politician] my fellow Australians [/Aussie Politician] to [US Politician] The American People [/US Politician] for sending this thread careering off into the realm of silliness.
Ummm… actually… no, they’re right.
Ferchrisssakesss they have a point! Yer big cars, yer stupid plastic fast food joints with plastic staff and plastic food, the endless line of always creepy (sometimes just plain dumb) Presidents, that stupid football in which the players wear pillows, the fact that you don’t have the common decency to drive on the left, yer frat boys, Jerry Springer, Southern Baptists, gansta rap, Sex in the City, fat, pasty-skinned Mid-Westerners called Chuck, and an opportunity for the Australian Prime Minister to crawl up Shrub’s date whenever he can.
But you gave us the SDMB. God bless America.
Just for the record, our football players wear pads because in the early days of the sport, players were being seriously injured and even killed quite frequently. If you have a better solution I’d like to hear it.
I’m guessing Lobley’s resentment stems from the fact that he lost the green gard lottery.
Better luck next time, mate.
Green CARD, even.
I was merely trying to suggest that our game which involves a group of grown men running around a field fighting over an inflated pig’s bladder is better than yours.
It’s called humour. No wait, that’s humor. Maybe even a lame joke. I dunno, but lighten up, yeah? 
I know you were joking, I didn’t mean that to sound bitter. I really like other forms of football, hell I co-founded an aussie-rules football club in high school, but I do occasionally get tired of hearing the old, old joke about “needing all those pads just to play rugby(aussie rules etc.)”. (blame the brits, they beat that one into the ground:))
You’re may be right (import/export, whatever, that wasn’t my point), but I think one of these days maybe we should spark up a proper debate as to whether culture can be exported to unwilling recipients…
Gaah! preview is the path to joy.
Fuck yeah, you CAN export culture against the recipients will. How the hell else do you think all those people in Suriname and South Africa wound up speaking Dutch?
I’ve started a debate about that here (although I’m primarily concerned whether it’s possible to export culture by means other than force.
I keep hearing this, but oddly I’ve never seen it myself. I’ve also never heard this comment from someone who’s an American. Maybe someone’s underestimating our intelligence. 
See, we send you the piss-tasting beer - it’s only fair, since we know the imports we’re getting are the substandard stuff as well. Seriously though, there’s some fine American beers from smaller brewers, but good luck finding that stuff abroad.
[ObMontyPython]What do American beer and sex in a canoe have in common? They’re both fucking close to water.[/ObMontyPython]
Sorry about the Ugly American Tourist, though - we don’t even like them when they’re at home, much less embarrassing us abroad.
Hah, like you’ve got any monopoly on annoying tourists - there’s the annoying british tourist (travels to far shores in search of a pub that serves british beer and fish and chips), the annoying german tourist (obvious cliches about reserving the best sun loungers at the beach), the annoying french tourist (travels to country to disparage it as much as possible), etc, etc
It has about as much alcohol as Foster’s. Mate.