The Other British Invasion…

They’re cool!

They’re hip!

They have accents and they’re not afraid to use ‘em.

Did I mention they’re mostly gay?

This is the ‘new job’ theme and such an influence it is! I stand at my closet in the morning and I look at the clothes and I think I have it together: frilly skirt, suede boots with a little heel, cropped corduroy jacket, simple pullover and the tada - a beige fleece wrap. Tres elegant? No?

No.

By one pm I looked dowdy and lumpy, my hair was having it’s own day and wasn’t even speaking to the rest of me. I swear I am my own worst enemy. I’m told I have at meeting at 7:30…PM! With the Big GB’s.

“Oh, and look how nice you look?” added the Gay with a Twist (not a real Brit but has an accent- a wanna be as it were).

Ugh, thought I banging my desk like Charlie Brown.

But I pulled out all the Canadian stops. I laughed at how they said ‘Ga-rodge’ and asked “why anyone would want something made of brown stone? Live in a FLAT? Really.” I laid on every Canadian TV term and condescendingly added “oh, you refer to it as what? A SOT? SOT, sound on tape, SOT?” then with a bored expression added, “Innnnnteresting”. Then I told them why an approach we are going to take will lead to nothing less than brilliant and they nodded, with lisps.

And those Gay Brits?

Totally slayed. Loved my ideas. Said, “good show!” and “very pleased, very pleased”

It proved that no matter how dowdy you look, or think you look, even when your hair’s attitude is worse than your own, if you act like a snot and make fun of the British in a sarcastic manner they will become little boys.

And love you.