May 02, 2004

Call from Across the Pond

A fairly low-key weekend was saved this afternoon by a call from our friends from England, The Nash family. First off, they wanted to correct me, I accidentally blogged that they live in Devonshire, when in fact they live in Worchestershire. No, I meant Middlesex. Suffolk? No, that's not it either. Well, I'm sure it'll come to me.

We met this family on our trip to London in October, we were in line to meet the Lord of the Rings cast members at Collectormania. We met up twice during the day, and just hit it off, exchanging addresses before we left. They've secured a cheap Sunday afternoon long-distance plan, and they've called every few weeks to keep in touch. Without fail, we stay on the phone with Cas and Vaughan for around three hours each time they call. They're just as interested in Stateside life as we are in life in Britain, so even with the Lord of the Rings films (mostly) done, we still have loads to talk about.

("Peebles", perhaps? No. That can't be it. Far too silly sounding.)

Last time, we were out of our depth discussing the war in Iraq. Without question, Vaughan is the most knowledgeable person in socio-geo-political topics, short of the enigmatic Greg Lee back at UGA, that we have ever had the pleasure to speak with. We were completely out of our depth last time talking about politics and world relations, and we consider ourselves pretty up to date on current events.

This week was more in areas of expertise. We talked about topics like health care, inane parenting laws and movies, for nearly four hours. They have a National Health Service there, where you can get any necessary medical procedure done, without resorting to HMO's. The only variable with health care over there is possibly the speed in which you are seen, which can be sped up with private health insurance. Unlike in America, where the actual QUALITY of your care depends on how much you can fork over each month.

This clinches it, we're moving to England. They just seem to have it figured out over there. But you know what the funniest thing about England is? It's the little differences. A lotta the same stuff we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in London? They don't call it a Quarter Pounder, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the heck a "Quarter Pounder" is. No, they call it "Crap on a Bun"

Just like here, now that I think about it.

I've got it. It's Northamptonshire. That's where they're from. I just hope that I addressed their package correctly.