Today I become British. Well, I become sort of an ersatz Brit, but a Brit nonetheless. I have only to swear the oath and make the pledge and I am in. I do so today in San Francisco. I shant give up my US citizenship of course, but become a dual citizen.
Why I mention this here is because now, of course, I must use anglo-isms and phrases like 'rummy,' 'jolly good show, what?' and 'old boy.' I realize that this might be distracting for my US readers but it can't be helped. I shall also begin referring to the 'boot' of my car and looking under the 'bonnet.' I shall randomly drop definite articles and refer to 'going to hospital.' I shall pointlessly pluralize and refer to studying 'maths.' But most importantly I shall adopt an effete persona and master the art of damning with faint praise. Rather... Perhaps a bowler and bow tie as well. The possibilities are endless.
For those curious I am the son of a Brit and thus have the right to citizenship and for various reasons, mostly related to travel, a UK passport is quite handy. For sentimental reasons, it is kinda cool too, and heck, one world cup is better than none...
Besides, as my British step-father says, his fail-safe health insurance should he become old and infirm without adequate coverage is a one way ticket to London with his passport and a note saying 'please look after this man' taped to his chest...
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