The exile continues, but, hey, it’s not all bad. I’m managing to have fun and keep busy.
On Saturday, Scary Fairy and I went to the movies, to see Children of Men. Let me say, right here, if you’ve been thrown out of the United Kingdom recently, don’t see this movie. It depicts the Britain only a few of us ever get to experience first hand. I did have Mary howling with my little asides. "Wow. That looks exactly like Immigration at Terminal 3!" "I recognize the German Shepherd eating that guy!"
Actually, I liked the movie; she didn’t. I had read the book, so I sort of knew what was going to happen, although sometimes a movie doesn’t even resemble the book. After the movie, we went shopping. After all, Jersey = Malls.
The playoffs have started in proper, real, exciting, American football. Both of New York’s teams played over the weekend. The Jets, whom I like, never had a chance. The game was basically over by halftime. It’s sheer bliss to be able to mention that the detested Cowboys (and T.O.) lost too.
Of course, the game was the Eagles vs. the G-men on Sunday. A slew of texts and emails from the UK dissing my team had me pumped. And, of course, the Eagles won, with a field goal in the last ten seconds, prompting a slew of gloating texts and emails from Clifton. I think I will lay low this weekend and turn off my mobile. We’re playing the Saints.
A friend emailed me the link to a really neat website. I’m passing it on:
www.gotoquiz.com. I don’t usually do quizzes, but this one was fun. It was called "What Kind of American Accent Do You Have?" I answered the questions, and clicked the submit button.
The result: "Your accent is as Philadelphian as a cheese steak! If you’ve journeyed to some far off place where people don’t know that Philly has an accent, someone may have thought you talked a little weird, even though they didn’t have a clue what accent it was that they heard." I didn’t know Philadelphians had an accent. And I keep telling Scary Fairy that she has the accent – a real New Yawk one.
Darling Scotty has coined a slogan for my battle against the Immigration and Nationality Directorate – "Free the Weybridge One". I think we should have bumper stickers and signs printed, and plaster them all over Surrey. Any volunteers? Perhaps a rally at the Grotto? Or a benefit concert (starring Robbie Lee)? Note to Cheese Boy: Work on it.