I am from a lovely armpit of a town called Redditch in Worcestershire, England; which of course instantly calls for Americans to go, 'Oh yeah...WORRRCESTERRRRRSHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRE, like the sauce.' Yes ahem.
I met a Mormon missionary back in the fatal year of our Lord 1992 and found myself relocated to Mormon Headquarters, otherwise known as Utah. I left when I was 22 and stupid, I am now close to 40 and less stupid, but a lot more American. I am also the part-owner of 5 Mormon kids and am divorced, being 7,000 miles away from home and hearth. Still, it could be worse...but it would be a lot better if I lived down the road from a chippie. Yes, what I would give for a bridie and chips smothered in curry sauce.
I actually love America with its free speech and white socks with sandals. Not that I am a fan of the latter; and on picking up my 3 year-old from the 'ex' yesterday, immediately freed him of the pair of Hanes that were on proud display under his velcroed size 8's. One must maintain one's standards even when surrounded.
I don't know any other Brits here, although nigh on every Utahn I meet likes to share that their ancestors are from 'across the pond.' Makes me almost feel at home; almost.
I am a fan of the Septic's Companion and Chris' clever wafflings. Now Chris, strip that bleedin' wallpaper will you mate?