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No sex please, we’re British
Well, some of us are.
“Sex? I’d rather have a cup of tea”, Boy George once said. Subsequent reporting in the tabloid press would suggest this may not have been wholly true, but it’s a sentiment that I feel represents us quite well as a nation.
I should point out now that this isn’t actually going to be an article about sex. I just like the title though I’ve never actually seen the film. What it’s about is Britishness. Notably, mine.
It has come to my attention, that if you write in English on the internet, people tend to just assume that you’re from the United States. And nothing against them, some of my best friends are American (does that line still work?) but I mean, I’m not. Never have been, and I feel fairly confident in saying I never will be.
Alas — and believe me I am really not bragging — I was born and raised in England. In Essex in fact, of all places (if you know, you know). Now I live in London, as I imagine a lot of people who grew up in dead-end towns in the Home Counties now do.
So, now you know.
