Still under the weather, and I have to do more cleaning. So, for today, I am posting old essays that wax poetic on all things, er, people British. I have a fascination with British people (including Scottish, Irish, and Welsh), and I have no rational explanation for it.
Just a note in general. I recently visited England for a second time, and the custom agents welcomed me with open arms this time. So, all is (mostly) forgiven.
P.S. Yes, Alan Rickman is mentioned several times. Consider yourself forewarned.