The British Thread.

One is inclined, in the midst of all this American jargon, to operate a proper British thread.

One is not talking about the false British gossip areas such as found on other esteemed fora; rather, a little Strachey is better than none at all.

One's first contribution in all its generosity:

One cannot sink so low when there are others already in the gutter, dear Connie. Indeed, dear sir, mine is not the only bastion of Anglophilia on the fair internets. One need look no further than on the vast and former colonies where Yankees are conducting en masse a frightful and dodgy tributary substance of all that is proper and British--namely, gossip revolving round headline mongers such as the Ferry flock and proper breakfasting victuals. One needn't unnecessarily assert one's British-ness, dear sir for as Dame Sitwell once penned: "A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits". All yours etc.,

Dear Swedish Sir,

A trifle, but an integral one of the British culture is the Christmas pudding. Mind, while God is embedded in our mindset, we take no such thing as seriously as do our colonial friends who persevere with the tedium of God and Country--namely the provinicial country. One need only to take a small glance at such prosrcibed American centres of cultural development--called Cities--and see that San Francisco has among its chief achievements a false and pretentious "French" museum founded by a budding socialite in the 20th century. Palace is as apt a term for that edifice as President is for Messrs.Bush & Cheney.

While one digresses, the Christmas pudding's most important but hidden atribute is the silver sixpence hidden inside along with such interesting delights as the bachelor's button, the spinster's thimble, two rings to announce love, and a pig for the requisite glutton.