Chuffed to Bits

My Anglophilia is acting up again.

I blame Eliza. Yes, Eliza Doolittle and her little friend, Enry Iggins.

At a tender age, they sucked me into their English world, entranced me with their accents, both proper and improper, charmed me with their culture and as a result, I transformed into a full-blown Anglophile at the age of five.

Lest you shudder at this supposed malady and keep your distance, I assure you Anglophilia is a good thing.

A very, very good thing.

Here, I’ll even save you a rendezvous with the dictionary and define my “situation”.

Anglophile:A person who is fond of English culture and England in general.

I would submit that ‘fond’ is an excessive understatement and unabashedly admit my monstrous addiction to all things English.

Pondering the upcoming one-year anniversary of my trip to the Motherland has caused my Anglophilia to flare up and while I’m immensely proud to be an American, I just can’t get over things like this

(Speaking of good manners—how helpful can they be?)

or places like this or phrases like this

and stories by writers like these.

So don’t worry about catching Anglophilia from me because I’m not giving any of it away.

I will continue to think in an English accent, watch American Idol just to hear Simon speak, save my pennies to convert into Pounds for my London flat, write novels with English main characters and attempt to eat with my left hand, like my lovely mates in England do.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Banishment to the Motherland?

Cheers!

P.S. For the record, I used Gloucester font in the making of this post. :)

Dear Concert Ticket Fairy,

April could be a busy concert-going month, with a little help from my favorite music-appreciating sprite. The next time you're in the neighborhood, if you would be so kind, please drop off the following tickets:

Passion Pit

Owl City

Imogen Heap

Cheers,

Emily

(My Concert Ticket Fiary is British, as you might expect...)

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(Train whistle) "I just got a new account. The gentlemen's club in Carbondale is called...Curves. I went by there the other day, saw some of the women walking int here. Not really my cup of tea. Actually, Kevin, you might like it."

--Michael

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Dwight: "Michael, it's Phyllis."

Michael: "Nah, this is geological."

"It's not cuz of the smell. I'm just expecting a nosebleed."

--Andy, with a tissue in his nose

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The Olympic Spirit

 

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 http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/clips/late-night-recognizes-the-olympics-finger-skating-21010/1200615/

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My latest music flavas   Cinnamon lips!!

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"But if not, there's always the army. The INFANT-ry."

--Jim

"Dunder Mifflin is a part of Sah-bray."

-- Andy and Erin

"Really? You don't have enough water in there--your stomach?"

--Michael to Kevin