The Cross Bronx Expressway and July 4th

Yesterday, we went to a naming ceremony, for the child of some friends of Sarah's, down in Surrey. I drove again and, unfortunately, most of the day was spent in traffic on the M25, London's version of the Cross Bronx Expressway. It was another part of my indoctrination to life in England. Though a bit more scenic than a trip through the South Bronx, the M25 is still to be avoided at all costs in the future.

Speaking of names, we met two more women named "Jo" at the party, adding further support to my theory (see earlier post). Admittedly there were no "Emma's".

The party was also good practice for my linguistic skills. I'm trying to discern the different accents corresponding to regions of the country. Sarah is a good tutor as she's got a good ear for them.

Today is July 4th, which oddly is not recognized here. We're having a few people over for a barbecue to celebrate. I'm preparing a speech in which, on behalf of all colonists, I will thank the Brits for establishing America so that, as the U.S. became the "greater nation", we could turn around and colonize them. I tried this out on one of the guests at the party in Surrey and he acknowledged that England certainly felt like a American colony when Bush and Blair were in office.