Numero uno

A friend suggested I do this on our exit from the library one afternoon. Having spent hours in London's old public record office, reading up on 17th century playwrights, she was heading to the trendy east and I, ex-street walker central: Kings Cross.

'You should call it An English girl in America', she joked to me, and so I did. 

I am a student at King's College, London. Right now I really should be writing one of the 10 essays I have been given to slave over for the holidays, but having just paid up for my room in a new building/university/town/state/country/continent, I feel a little too excited to get back to it, just yet..

I'm pretty British in many ways. I think i'll meet their expectations..
I drink tea, for one. A lot of tea. --and I hear they can't make it over there, uh oh -- 

I speak in a 'british' way, calling the Thames the Thames, not th-emmes, and pronouncing my home county Gloucestershire, not goaw sess ter shire. 

I don't have a clue what sororities actually are, I expect my doctor to see me for free and I drink alcohol at 18 without breaking the law. 

This is going to be fun...