ChloeTzang
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My Dearest Lady,
You insist on most amusing points, that have tickled the craniums of the finest minds at my club for centuries. Why, you wonder, do the English so persistently bother their fellow Britons and not, say, or dearest offspring of the people we collected all over the world and are, and I admit that faithfully, such an enrichment to put culture and kitchen, or our neighbours? It is, my dear, a matter of practicality, not pugnacity.
Jolly thoughtful of you all, I must say. Simply spiffing.
You see, venturing to the Continent to engage in a spot of bother with the French is simply a dreadful bore. The Channel crossing is an utter nuisance, the food is quite frankly suspicious, and one must contend with a baffling lack of queuing. Why go to all that trouble when there are perfectly good Welshmen, Scots, and Irishmen right here on our doorstep?
Well, with all those natives you've brought in, no need to worry yourself even for a second about queuing.
Furthermore, consider the sheer inconvenience of a foreign conquest. One must learn a new language—a ghastly task if ever there was one—and then, one must put up with their peculiar habits. Our Celtic cousins, however, are a known quantity. We understand their fierce loyalty and their rather peculiar love for the bagpipes. It's much like a family squabble; a bit of shouting, a few broken heirlooms, but in the end, we all know where we stand.
My goodness. Now I know why the rest of the world speaks English! So that the English can simply stick to English, and we all know that learning English is straightforward. One simply raises ones boice and talks slowly to the damned blighters, thrashing them until they've learned sufficient to be of use.
And honestly, my dear, it’s a matter of keeping the old skills sharp. One can’t simply sit about drinking tea and discussing the weather all day. A bit of a scuffle with the neighbours keeps us fit and ensures that we are always prepared should those French chaps ever get any funny ideas. It is, you see, a public service, an act of familial affection, and an excellent excuse for a good old-fashioned row.
Pip pip!
Yours in jest,
Lady Anna of Domedaily Hall
Well, I will say you have immigrant control will rehearsed old girl. Nithing like keeping the old skills sharp! Plenty of practice at contrlling those uppity natives and I suppose if you must, it's far easier to import them and do it at home than travel all that way to those awful hot countries where you work up a jolly old sweat while you shoot them.
Although this was the better movie, what?
