I have a strange fascination with the people across ‘the pond’. I’m enamored of their signature dry wit, and the fact that their coarse humor still manages to sound dignified. Adopting their slang is irresistible, and I try to sneak it in at any given moment. The problem is: you can’t go ‘full British’ without being deemed as a total weirdo who’s suffering from an identity crisis.
If we learned anything from the movie Tropic Thunder, it’s this: Never go full retard.
In the states, the term ‘I’m gagging for a fag’ (desperate for a cigarette) would not be well received. Still, there are some innocuous terms that I’ve added to my verbal arsenal (he, he, arse…another great one). My most favorite British term is love. I love the word love, so it’s seems fitting to address people as such.
Here’s the deal: I grew up in a household who had an affinity for watching British comedies. The show ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ was at the top of the viewing list, and my parents laughed the loudest while watching this show (on the telly). Mrs. Bucket insisted that her name be pronounced Bouquet. We were living in the midst of the ‘Texas Oil Boom’. so the ‘nouveau riche’ approach hit home. All the new wealth around us had Becky Sue and Jim Bob ‘putting on heirs’.
We moved from Houston just as the bubble burst, and would spend the next years wandering the mountain country as nomads.
Between then and now, my brain consumed a lot of bad American television. The highlights (if you choose to call them that) included, Beavis and Butthead, The Real World: MTV, and Beverly Hills: 90210.
In recent years, I’ve found some British gems to watch, and they don’t have the nasty side effect of rotting your brain. The British (and 1st) version of The Office is a natural choice but if you want to dig a little deeper, I recommend the following: Little Britain, Extras and An Idiot Abroad.
Little Britain: Computer Says No
Extras: Starring David Bowie (sigh)
I can scarcely survive a world where grey skies reign supreme and Earl Grey tea replaces my coffee, but I have to give credit, where credit is due.
There’d be no ‘American rock’n roll’ without the influence of the Brits and humor would be as stale as a week old scone without that off-the-wall British sarcasm.
Are you having a laugh? Yes, yes I am. Keep it coming Brits.