Nigel fucking Havers? I turn my back for 5 minutes and you all come out as NIGEL HAVERS fans?
THANK YOU JIM! Where were you when I needed you a couple of days ago? Oh, that's right, bloody Paris.
Re: un-Buffistalike, it's certainly not just you, Cindy. It's been thrown around a fair bit lately. I may have even said it myself. It's just that it's my impression that when we used to use phrases like this it was a bit tongue-in-cheek, we still had a sense of how silly they sounded and we were never more than half-serious. It's the sense that the phrase has now become sedimented in usage to the point that it's now
available
for people to use in a completely unironic and (I would posit) rather smug and complacent sense that bothers me, not the fact that any particular person is doing it. (Cf. the trajectory of the term "politically correct" in the wider culture for a near-exact writ-large analogy.)
But I'm in danger of making this a bigger issue than it is...I'd just encourage people to think twice when they start confidently asserting that such-and-such is "not the way we do things around here" etc. etc.
I have never seen Nigel Havers. Rupert Graves, on the other hand, I have seen in the complete buff in no fewer than three movies. And, you know, not bad. I suppose, if one is to be a compulsive nudist, that one might as well consider a career in film.
I have never met an American Nigel, or an American Rupert. In name books I've looked at, both fall into the "RAF names" category.
Angus - Just so you know, there's no worry of a big thing for me. When I read your comment originally, I gulped, because I was trying to be if not ironic, then at least cute in using it. I'm with you and wouldn't want it to become a straight line, either. When Jim also mentioned it, I realized it was being taken that way. I just wanted to clear up that I wasn't using it entirely seriously. Originally, I used it either to or about Z, and I was using it as a way to say pain in my arse, rather than come out and say it, because that felt mean. But I hear you and agree. UnBuffista-ly is entirely unBuffista-ly. ;)
Thanks, Cindy! We're cool.
Oh for those desperately seeking various British goods in the U.S. - have you tried an Indian (as in from India) shop? Most areas in the U.S. do have a substantial Indian population; and Indian shops generally carry a huge selection of British sweets, not to mention amazing bargains on spices, and the odd tin of marmite and vegamite.
The only American Nigel I've met was a cat, owned by an Anglophile.
You know what I miss? Jaffa Cakes
YES! Loved those things. When I was with friends in Scotland, we bought some while on one of our little day trips, and we won a stuffed animal (whatever the thing was that came to steal the orangey goodness, I forget the name). Except we couldn't really win it becuase you had to have a UK mailing address! Mean!
And I can find Pims that are very similar, but are just not the same (and are like, $4 a box, so...).
Supposedly there's a British Store in northern Virginia, somewhere near where I used to live, but I never did find it...
All cats are British.
Except the ones who are French.
I thought all cats were French.(well, at least according to Jon Carroll
they are.) They understand English when it suits them to...
