There is No AA For Me
June 05, 2013
Hello, my name is Amanda, and I am anglophile. I know I'm not the only one. There is a trend sweeping through the states right now of people that are developing a growing obsession with English culture. I, myself, can trace my irrational fascination all the way back to the days of Monty Python. Who can blame us with such shows as Sherlock, Dr. Who, Wallander, Mr. Foyle's War and many others; it is easy to submerge into the little isle across the pond.
Who needs explosions and special effects when you have wit, dialogue, and a beautiful accent? Everyone seems to have a favorite BBC production, and the more you watch, the more you want to watch (Downton Abbey, anyone?). You know you all are sitting around waiting for the next season of something. In the last several years, snooty friends across the water have brought much joy and happiness with characters and plots that we Yankees can completely geek out about and many beautiful people we can adore.
There are plenty of ways to the pass the time until the next episode or season is released: collecting action figures, reading gossip blogs of your favorite shows, etc. (rewatching already aired episodes is my favorite). Youtube.com was kind enough to give me more of Sherlock by showing me Benedict Cumberbatch reading old Sherlock Holmes stories.
There have been plenty of British authors that have drawn us in as well, giving us every reason possible to lift our pinkies at tea time! If you are looking for a couple of great ones, Christopher Moore, Terry Pratchett, P.G. Wodehouse, and Neil Gaiman are a great place to start, just to name a few.
For those of you out there that share in my anglophilia, be strong, more bloody beeb (BBC) is on the way. Her Majesty thanks you.