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If I Hear One More Brit...I'm Getting On a Plane

Today, I feel homesick for the UK. This is strange, since the longest consecutive time I have spent there is a month, so I can't say that I've ever lived there. (Although I did realize an hour ago that in three of the last five Februarys, I have gone to Scotland. So this missing-feeling sort of makes sense.)

Each of these songs caused wee pangs in my heart when I heard them today.

Loch Lomond - I sang this song as I stood on the shore of Loch Lomond last year.

Chasing Pavements - "Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?" GOOD QUESTION, Adele.

Fancy - This song has nothing to do with the UK, except that the chorus always makes me remember a wee Glaswegian lass saying to me, "Do you fancy him? I think he fancies you." (I thought at first that the chorus said, "You fancy her" actually says, "You fancy, huh")


sarahtp said…

I have been watching clips of 'The Brits' this evening.

I miss cheese and pickle sandwiches and real Cadbury bars and ITV and cheap, quick train rides to fabulous places and billion different accents on one island and everything.
Beth said…
sarah, let's go. this weekend. yes? (I WISH!)

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