I used to be an Anglophile. Went so far as to take an MA in English literature. Used to daydream about walking around the Lake District and visiting Oxford. Wanted to see an Oxford Don in the wild, visit Dublin on Bloomsday . . . all that good stuff. What a colossal shame that you're going so far downhill so fast.
I suppose I should also shelve my fantasies about driving around the French countryside eating in little local steak-frites joints where you can get moules mariniere and good local wine and get drunk with the locals over a boules game. No doubt they're over-run with Algerian immigrants and serving hummus and whatever other offal North Africans eat.
I used to be an Anglophile. Went so far as to take an MA in English literature. Used to daydream about walking around the Lake District and visiting Oxford. Wanted to see an Oxford Don in the wild, visit Dublin on Bloomsday . . . all that good stuff. What a colossal shame that you're going so far downhill so fast.
Oxford is a hive for left-liberal progressives and the Oxford Union debates are an asinine joke that goes all the way back to WWII.
Anglophilia is just beer goggles based on Anglo-romanticism. Meanwhile, the average Brit is more like a yob than an English professor. ;)
More illusions exploded.
I suppose I should also shelve my fantasies about driving around the French countryside eating in little local steak-frites joints where you can get moules mariniere and good local wine and get drunk with the locals over a boules game. No doubt they're over-run with Algerian immigrants and serving hummus and whatever other offal North Africans eat.