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...

The only American Nigel I've met was a cat, owned by an Anglophile.

All cats are British.

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...

Are actual pie-flavoured chips now available in Oz?

This is a bit belated and I can’t believe I’m gonna de-lurk over something as inauspicious as Smiths and their strange taste-experiments, but yes, the pie-flavoured chips do exist (or they do in my obscure Canberra-esque corner at least). The ads have been strangely persistent about it - they don’t really explain why we needed pie-chips, but there you go, ;).