We went to Birmingham yesterday (pronounced Birming-mmm; if you say it the American way oh boy is that embarrassing). Funny how it's only like 15 minutes from Kenilworth and it's the second biggest city in England with all kinds of amazing stuff and we'd...never...been there. What's wrong with us sometimes? We've been to France more often than we've been to Birmingham. Anyway. So we went on the train.
forget old buildings and stuff, it had awesome hedges
But the thing about big cities is, there's so much more potential to get Englished, because there are so many more people. So when you discover the greatest shop you've ever known, full of fantastic East Indian jewelry and shoes for £1, you go right in. As you stand there studying a wall of necklaces, wondering what kind of sweatshop labor produced these goods, other shoppers hoard in around you as if you weren't there. They stand so close they are touching you, and reach across you to grab stuff. If they feel that you have been standing there too long, they will sort of slowly nudge you out of your spot. All the while not looking at you or even acknowledging you are there. That is getting Englished.
Another way to get Englished is to go to the "cinema" on a Thursday afternoon, when the theatre is practically empty. In our case it was to see Harry Potter on Birmingham's IMAX in 3D! woa. So you're sitting there excited as can be, waiting for the show to begin in a sparsely populated theatre. There are like a zillion good seats still empty. A small family walks into the theatre and with miles of empty seats around, they sit right next to you. Why? WHY?!
Or let's say you're at Birmingham's famous Art Gallery. The room is practically empty, and you are standing in front of one particular painting, in the process of discovering that you really like it. Oh what a lovely moment, you and this work of art, communing. And then a woman who smells too strongly of perfume walks in the room and where does she choose to stand? I think you've got the idea by now: right next to you. No, not even next to you. Ever-so-slightly in front of you. Still close enough to be touching, but also succeeding in blocking your view.
English people! Honestly. I know you've had centuries of the need to crowd together for safety and survival. Sure, in the Middle Ages being separated from the crowd would mean horrible danger. But, we're beyond that now. Trust me. and back off already.