Opinion: They’re everywhere
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LONDON -- Like most Anglophiles, I feel cheated when I cross the pond and find myself listening to American accents or walking past Burger King and McDonald’s in search of a British pub, only to find the bar cluttered with Rolling Rock and Bud taps. What we want is contrast (like Conservative proto-Prime Minister David Cameron embracing the National Health Service, a.k.a. the public option, as he did in a speech today).
Likewise, I relish reading the British papers with their accounts of endless ‘rows’ -- an all-purpose, headline-friendly word that covers everything from mild disagreement to nuclear war -- even though I do keep up with the Times (our Times) online. From my first visit to Britain as a high school student, coming here has been a trans-dimensional experience. As they used to say of Earth-Two, the parallel universe in DC Comics, Britain was a world like our own, but with subtle and interesting differences.
That’s less and less true in London with its similarities to other cosmpolitan, multicultural cities like L.A., New York and D.C. But London isn’t Britain (or even England) in the way New York isn’t the United States. Thus I was chuffed, as they say here, to spend Sunday in the country celebrating (with 90 others) the christening of the son of an old friend. From the Saxon church where the baby was sprinkled by a Central Casting English vicar, we repaired to the manor (no kidding) for a post-baptismal repast.
An Anglophile’s dream, but -- Globalization Spoiler Alert -- U.S. politics intruded even in this settiing. I found myself sitting with an American who engaged me in a mostly friendly discussion about whether Obama was really born in the U.S. (and where’s that original birth certificate?). The really depressing thing wasn’t that a fellow American asked for my view of the Birthers, but that English heads inclined interestedly to hear my answer (which, by the way, was ‘bunk’).
More tea, Vicar? -- and how about that Glenn Beck?
--Michael McGough
