Random ramblings on the above, some even on topic:
ST, you're right regarding Hayward. I wasn't paying attention to his voice before, but I looked him up on YouPuke, and he does indeed not have a "toff" accent. You can tell as soon as he opens his gob.
Well, you can if you're English (or Welsh, Scottish, Irish, of course), but to most Americans he just seems like a rich arrogant, upper-class British snob, whining that he wanted his life back. Of course those dead oil workers might have an even more pressing need to have their lives back too, but it probably would have -- to work in another reference to above posts -- warmed the cockles of their hearts to see him out having fun in a yacht race a few weeks later.
By the way, I have no idea of the origin of that "cockles" phrase; it doesn't make obvious sense to me.
Some business expert wrote quite convincingly about why BP left that buffoon in charge for so long. He deduced that they wanted to wait till the worst of the crisis was over, then they could wheel in a new and more media-savvy (and American) CEO who would be associated with the turnaround and not the unbelievable cock-ups and PR gaffes of the former boss. The resulting contrast in leadership would help BP's image after the initial cleanup and ending of the leak.
From what I have experienced, or at least on the radio stations I listen to, people here blame BP management for the whole fiasco, which included brushing aside engineers' concerns about inadequate safety margins, as mentioned elsewhere on this forum. It appears that British people have the opposite impression though (i.e. that there's a lot of anti-British sentiment)
Entomology and etymology (on-topic again, mostly)
Re the entomology stuff, there are grasshoppers in England, and I suppose they are a cousin of the cricket family, but like our shrimp they are much smaller than the American variety and I don't think they make as much noise (no, I won't go there...).
I can't comment on how the taste compares though. I have no desire to be a victim, I mean contestant, on some "Survivor"-style unreality show.
I think ST is feigning willful ignorance on some aspects of Americana, but stereotypes can be funny -- sometimes even to those stereotyped.
Rich Hall was mostly known a while ago for his pretty good Reagan impressions (ok, not such a hard feat) and now seems to have been sent out to pasture, as we rarely see him here except at some safe-for-old-people-and-political-occasions appearances. I suppose Mike Yarwood is the same if he's still alive, and still performing. He did do a good Harold Wilson. I still remember, "The pound in your pocket will not be devalued" as spoken by both, with that back of the throat vocal sound.
On the other hand, his Edward Heath annoyed me.
Come to think of it, so did Edward Heath's Edward Heath.
Nice explanation of the etymology of corduroy. I was not aware of its noble origins but it's pretty much the same as the original French. Obvious in hindsight, like so many things.
Corduroy pants -- ahem -- I mean trousers (or kecks to some northerners), do tend to be coarser here and make a noise if your thighs rub when you walk. They are therefore not too popular with some of the more "amply endowed" citizens. To quote Tom Baker in Little Britain, preceding a Marjorie Dawes sketch, "In America, there are more fat people than people."
Another titbit of info (oh and in America "tit" is a naughty word, for some unaccountable reason, so I think that's why they use "tidbit" instead). There's maybe another "nugget" for the Septics Companion site?
To get to the point of the aforementioned titbit, the car that is known as the Volkswagen Beetle in England, i.e. the "people's car" designed by the wonderful Mr Hilter [SIC], is called the Volkswagen Bug over here. I thought they had beetles here, no? I suppose it's because all insects are "bugs" to Septics, hence the unfortunate renaming of ladybirds as "ladybugs".
That is, unless you were the first lady under Johnson. Which she probably was less frequently than other ladies, judging by his reputation for womanising and prowess with his, er, johnson.
Well, like the old Led Zep ditty, I've rambled on enough for today.
It's five o'clock and I'm late for my tiffin.