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"...it actually says, "You fancy, huh")

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sarahtp said…

MEEEEEEEEEE TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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.

7:38 PM

Beth said…

sarah, let's go. this weekend. yes? (I WISH!)

10:00 PM

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