The Irish Question

After my last post Aunt Flo emailed me asking if people over here think I'm Irish. Come on admit it, you were thinking it too. I chuckled at the question initially but the more I thought about it I realized I don't really know. If someone ever thought I was Irish, instead of the obvious American I think I am, they never told me. Also if they are profiling me, either as Irish or an American, that’s a micro aggression. Maybe I just look like too much of an American to fool anyone. (For those of you keeping score at home, that's a micro aggression as well). A couple of people did think I was a local before which was cool. They came up to me and asked for directions, and 2 out of 3 times I knew what to tell them. That's right folks, apparently it only takes roughly two weeks of living in London to be a local. My roommate was asked for directions once and when the person heard his American accent they laughed and walked away. (But how did they know what direction to go??)

So to answer Aunt Flo’s original question: I think I’m taken for a Brit more often than I am an Irishman (but I think I’d prefer the latter!).

Continuing with the theme of this post, I figured I’d respond to another readers comment. My dear sister Elise has been reading the tales of my adventure (thanks for that by the way) and “politely” pointed out that my grammar could be improved. Well Elise, I did warn out about the quality of my grammar in my first post so you can’t complain. Besides don’t they call it the Queen’s English? So until I get a letter of complaint from her majesty, I’m going to carry on in my usual way of little to no proof reading. And if it’s the Queen’s English I do believe that makes it the King’s English too (a.k.a. mine). I think I won that one...

Keep the questions and comments coming, not only are they appreciated because I know your actually reading this but also because they give me more material to write about.

Long Live the King