Having recently returned from a Christmas expedition to my home land of England I finds myself reverberating with much more British-ness than usual. My accent has become unmistakably upper-class Victorian in nature and I am currently utilizing words that do not commonly see the light of day within my vocabulary.
This is not an unfamiliar occurrence, not by any stretch of the imagination. The day to day influence of Holland upon my person might suppress my British-ness during the rest of the year but a short trip back to the cricket fields of England where I find myself surrounded by my fellow countrymen always cultivates my inner posh Englishman and makes him flourish to the for ground.
It is not uncommon for my desire to drink tea to rise by 70%, my yearning to invade other countries to increase by 55% or for an extra 46% of my time to be spent listening to cultural and intellectual broadcasts by the British Broadcasting Corporation on the radio (or as it is known when I am being far less British; The BBC).
I do not notice this transformation myself while I am in England, possibly because I am surrounded by like sounding individuals such as the queen as we exchange witticisms. However, upon returning to the flat lands of Holland (as I have just recently done so) it is impossible to ignore the fact that my British-ness has been turned all the way up to 11.
Sadly, once back in Holland and no longer surrounded by the influence of cricket playing Englishmen my elevated levels of British-ness begin to return to… how should I put it?… normaal.
The Dutch way of life starts to have influenish over me again and it is then that… how do you shay?… the Netherlander vay of speaking… er… het is creeping back in.
Then I am thinking, “Oh bloddy hell. Maybe it is time for me to be telling de butler he can retire for de night until the time I am getting the feeling of being fery Brit-ish agayn.”