I get to ghostwrite a letter for a Commander of the British Empire.There is an abiding national tendency to stuff puff pastry with smoked meats.
Old people walk around in the snow using single ski poles (like, one per person).
Morning shows seem to understand that they are not news programs, and function accordingly.
An American accent (something I've cultivated for years) serves as an excuse for all manner of sins, from taking too long at the ATM machine to falling asleep in a meeting ("Zzzzz . . . snort . . . ah-what? Oh, sorry -- my Americanism keeps me from going to bed at a proper hour").
While natives don't appreciate it, the public transport system is a miracle.
Eating biscuits (cookies) around tea-time is seen as something that can't be helped.
St Andrews has two Indian restaurants, one Bangladeshi restaurant, a Thai restaurant, several pubs, a kebab joint . . . AND NO McDONALD's (which, as I write this, seems kind of ironic).
They leave historical things -- and I mean stuff that is REALLY old -- just lying around for anyone to enjoy . . . even without an entrance fee.
Cream tea. Don't know what it is but it sounds heavenly.
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