I say chaps!

So there you are, you American types reading this in the comfort of your log built cattle ranch wearing your Stetson hat and worrying away at your Colt45 while I’m sat here in cold and rainy England (where the rain never stops (no..seriously it never stops. Endless perpetual precipitation 24/7/12/365. Ask anyone that lives here) with my bowler hat (with sleeves) and umbrella from my office over looking Parliament square1 and I think to myself in my Queens English accent “Good grief! You chaps over there must be jolly well fed up with those confounded indians firing arrows at your house day after day.”.

And then my thoughts turn to stephmog idling away her days in the rural splendour of remotest Wales with her nearest neighbour, a sheep called Milly, while coal miners go about their business singing “Men of Harlech” and talking about Aled Jones and rugby (The game. Not the place. It’s kind of like American Football only without the girly safety equipment.Rugby, the place, is an entirely different matter). I then think of the lovely storm1jet2 with all those delightful miniture clay pipe smoking men in green hats. I think of the likes of zelest and think4yrself rushing about to get to their IKEA saunas (though not together but possibly) before the ice on the icehole freezes back over and I think ofbillzy in his shell suit and crazy permed hairdo and I think “How many more damn stereotypes can I squeeze into one post?”

Of course the answer is probably as infinite as the stars. But what I really think is how do people see the UK. More specifically how do international people see our regional differences?

1 – In Britain it is compulsory to have offices that overlook the Houses of Parliament. Ask anyone here if you don’t believe me!

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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