Brit-B-Gone
At the Theatre where I take improv comedy classes, they also have the occasional sketch-comedy show night, where – if you’ve come up with something which you think will be funny (!) you get to perform.
So here’s me … on stage, last night with Andy & Eleanor introducing a new product that’s now available to help all British people adapt to the USA: Brit-B-Gone!





After living in London for the first 33 years of my life and working for the 
So for ten weeks in June, July and August 2009, I drove 20,000 miles around the the lower 48 contiguous states of the USA visiting towns and places that shared the same name as places on The London
Should point out, there’s obviously no vodka in the sweet tea. But it IS a real Wendy’s cheeseburger, which was very cold and very manky that I scoff down at the end. Love when Andy eats some of the remains off the floor, grooooooss!
But you left out my favorite phrases “what time shall I knock you up?” and “getting pissed.”
Oh we’re saving that for next time… I sense a follow up sketch!
This ‘Brit be gone’ do you eat it, drink it, or rub it in?
G’s Mum: it comes in a suppository form, last I heard. Not pleasant in the least!
Alarmingly I did several of those British things this afternoon. Tea, crumpets, cricket… I was watching A Matter of Life and Death (a v British film in itself, with plenty of YankYank-bashing) and we had a loo break etc in which I caught up with the Kiwis’ woes…
Is it excusable what with me being female?