British Love

An insanely nerdy part of me watches British Prime Minister's Questions on C-SPAN Sunday nights. That David Cameron is every bit as charasmatic as he is a serious leader, even when he is cracking jokes at the expense of the leader of the Labour Party.

(have no idea what I'm talking about? it's ok...again, this is the insanely nerdy part of me speaking.)

In high school I had a slight obsession with British culture: aside from discovering Oasis in the 90's, I stumbled upon a random British teen magazine and became so enamored by it that I paid $30 a year (insane import prices and whatnot) for a subscription. When I ran out of money (or became an adult...whichever came first) the subscription stopped but little bits and pieces of the former obsession remained. It makes random appearances, such as when I'm watching British Parliament and I have this conversation with Halbastram:

Me- I want to work for British Parliament.
Halbastram- I think you're missing the key component, which is being British.

Well, an ambassador, perhaps?

I told Halbastram that when I was in high school, I always assumed I would either marry a baseball player or a British man. While I ended up with the former, I still find some members of the latter adorable (i.e., David C.).

Anyway, this blog has no purpose. Although, if you're bored and start thinking, "I wonder what that Cameron fella is saying to that Miliband guy today," tune into the P.M.'s Questions. It's a fun time of the nerdiest variety...and there's nothing wrong with that. You'd be in good company.

Love,
Tiny Elvis