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Over the last few years I have been considering moving to the US. Let’s face it, it’s the land of opportunity, right? As an actor and an entrepreneur, this is the place to be. However there have been several things that have stopped me from moving.
Firstly my parents. They’re not in the greatest of health and neither of them are what you might call frequent fliers. In fact I’m not even sure my Dad possesses a passport. It’s a mission to get them to leave the Isle of Wight so travelling 4000 miles is not really on the agenda.
Then we have my friends. Sure we’ve got Skype, MSN and Facebook to keep in contact but they’re all as broke as me so travelling to the US is not an option for them either.
I play cricket. I love playing cricket every Sunday in the summer and would miss it terribly if I moved to America. I know they have cricket leagues over there but, somehow, it wouldn’t be the same. I get a feeling that cut grass smells somehow different in the States. Besides, where can you get a decent cheese and cucumber sandwich in New York?
And that kinda brings me to the main reason for me not deserting these shores.
Yorkshire puddings.
Now I have it on good authority from my blog-friend Anna that they have Yorkshires in America but they’re called popovers over there and they serve them with butter.
WTF?
Yorkshire puddings should come complete with a roast dinner and lashings of gravy as standard. Cumberland sausages and onion gravy=bonus points. Big fat chips and a dollop of curry sauce=I’ll have your babies.
Serving them as an alternative to bread complete with butter simply doesn’t work for me.
So despite the fact that the country is rapidly going down the toilet, I will remain a UK citizen until such point that the former colonies reintroduce the Yorkshire pudding in it’s original state.
It’s your loss, not mine.
