At the time, I was tired of everything English — drizzle, bread sauce, repressed emotions. I was sick of the Old World — a bitter, damp former empire where everyone knows their place and still doffs their hat to an old lady on a throne. I didn’t care that America was crass and fake and gross. I wanted people to yell rather than passively-aggressively mumble. I was always drawn to people shouting about how they feel. British people rarely tell you how they actually feel; they tend to say the absolute opposite and …
…ther than passively-aggressively mumble. I was always drawn to people shouting about how they feel. British people rarely tell you how they actually feel; they tend to say the absolute opposite and hope that maybe in a few months you’ll figure out what they meant. Sometimes this English reluctance to emote is based on good intentions. My uncle had an actual stro…