Slow posting this week because I’m headed to England on Tuesday and slammed to the wall against deadlines until then.
This’ll be my first trip to England. My conceptions of Britain, as filtered through my pop culture education:
Overly obsequious mannerisms towards inter-species intruders
Regicidal gutter punks
Hormone-addled teenagers carrying dangerous class 5 weapons
Cross-dressing history buffs
And, of course, brutal and terribly dry humour. Here’s an example of how the original Office was so much better than the American version (hint: it wasn’t a sitcom).
Oh Britain, I long for your awkward pauses and reserved tempers. See you soon, mate.