When I'm in the U.K. I find myself using a lot of Britishisms.
Americans just don't understand dry wit.
The British are so funny.
I'm just the last English twit, really.
I'm the most unromantic lump of Northern suet. Yes, a woman did accost me once in South Shields, but she had a face like Red Rum.
My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A.
Must say though, I'm rather chuffed to have been called a 'luvvie'.
Absoballylutely top hole, wot. A and B the C of D I'd say. . . Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.
Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it's a British expression. There's no couture in their darling.
To her British lover about to climb in bed with 80-something Mae: She said that she hoped soon to be able to say what Paul Revere said - 'The British are coming'. This was the last one-liner Mae ever uttered on film.
My entire act is through and through British. I reference everything British.
I love British voicing and British humour in general. I'm a huge Ricky Gervais fan.
I'm always calling people 'mate.'
I love British cursing - the cadence of it, the joy in the sound of the words, and the vulgarity of it.
I'm just a foul-mouthed Brit.
Brits have a peculiar sense of humour. I love it.
The great British public is renowned throughout the world for its sense of humour.
I don't speak cockney and I don't pretend to come from that part of the world. For the longest time the English, like the Beatles and so on sounded American. "She loves you yeah yeah yeah!" All of the sudden you sound American. It doesn't work that way with Americans who try to sing English. It's not convincing. If I say "Footy" and "tele" and "Brissy" and "Sydney" and "Simmo" it's not convincing.
Americans like the British kind of quirkiness and the strange accent. They find it kind of cute or something, with a certain charm.
I still derive immense pleasure from remembering how many hod-carrying brickies were encouraged to put on lurex tights and mince up and down the high street, having been assured by know-it-alls like me that a smidgen of blusher really attracted the birds.
Cor, love a duck. And also Lawks-a-mercy. I said that inwardly, but outwardly I said, "Blimey, and also, what larks.
My parents went through the dictionary looking for a beautiful name, nearly called me Banyan, flicked on a few pages and came to China, which is cockney rhyming slang for mate.
