Jolly good! Is there a more respectable, bright light to the night sky shot, sparkling, time lasting or honorous way to be than to be like an Englishman? I think not. I want to be in your camaraderie, eternally and outside of time – In Ewigkeit like some German people, like how some of you view myself, tend to say. Eventhough, today I have not been blotto or even tight. But my morals from British to come have taken me to solemnly being like a brick. Others in my family have not nearened themselves with being like supreme highness, anointed to be an English, what a bad luck! The red headed girls in Scotland are most ravishing, even though English girls are not bad at all. An English Rose is that what I mostly dream in solemnly sleep condition. Golly, how noble and distinguished and valorous have I become with time! I have new gigs, even though I have not located my navigating and peeping mind towards Englishness and being a real person of culture and scholarship and learnedness. The mathematics master have been caught in a really embarassing encounter with English mistress. "Bad luck, thrilling bore!" shrieked the seedy mistress.' Best attempted when drunk. I am devoted to our King and Camilla, even though she can be uncanny when she is blotto. Rather. It was completely thrilling when I came to a pub, where Bullingdon club were making their presence known. Windows were crashed and blotto was a plain word to describe all drunkenness and deviousness of that what was there straightly revealed and shown. Rather. Boris was better in playing rugger than being a PM. Even though he has some German red wine palate in his veins also, like even in most devious sense of myself. Still in my magnanimious grandfather's eyes I am still a little and till nasty grown bugger. I miss him. He was more of high-nobility, even than our dukely relatives in Scotland, for example. It's been yonks when I still viewed myself as a Finn. Even in preparation school I was directed to that lordly presence of what Englishness has become for me to symbolize. Do not fly in bate, just because I am more cultivated and sophisticated compared to your yokelness. Martin Clunes, I respect you, but there are about forty other people on my highly learned and grown list of funny Little English-people. So Finnish, stop being so beastly to yourself and take some comparison from us: we are terribly cosmopolitan and of high culture, even peri hypsous and Plato-like. And here – is everything so marvellous and jolly, oh golly! I do not need a bins to see a Jack the Ripper crawling towards us! I know that's a really seedy to someone, but that is not definitely a some kind of bind. He is total ass to most of us, but he has many holes in his jumper and gun-oil and wet dog smell in them – so he also qualifies to be an Englishman, even though he cannot realise that. My mind and intelligence is from my stoical mother and termperament ,character and diligence and studiousness from my father's line. You must comb your hair and sing a school song very loud or people think that you're so slovenly or being a slut (eventhough, not in common meaning) in most extremely extreme. Come to take a coffee with me, but if that's not in case, we can take some sups instead. My father is a terrible bore, but although I am devoted to him, he has spirit like what Churchill's yankee mother brought to Winnie also, he was half a yankee like myself. My father's grandpapa was a yankee. And I am totally English, even though some people in the lower classes would like to view me as a Kraut. Oh, England – you can not falter, take your pride and bring it further, even - farther! I am coming, and I will stay. Norman conquest can double its importance and double its staying power – William the Conqueror was also my ancestor, like many German princes and princesses and Czars in Constantinople. Even though I am nobly composed of Finnish, German, Swedish, Russian, Dutch, French, Turkish, Scottish and Irish blood, is the connection of fate with Englishness my mostly lavished and ravishing past to think back. This is my overture to Britain and I will write a opera libretto with name ”Anglophile (who could not get barely enough of that)”. Also other, concerning my mutility and muteness, is coming out with rhetorical and symbolical name of ”Silent Opera”. Also that, what you today not take so in great importance, continentalness, comes out in my cabaree project: that carries name ”I come from Europe!”. You do not need even ESTA there! Even, I can say: that some day I will write a play called ”I am a Finn who has totally become like an Englishman!” Gosh! How lower middle class is that! Conservative Monday Club, or even curiosity towards them doesn't make me any more low life than anything other! Rather. Football, meat pies and ten pints of lager, that is more of a - rather. Overture to Britain will give sparkling opener to my Anglophile. Like somebody prefer to say – this is IT. How bubbly, but, even, gosh!
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