Sunday, March 15, 2015

Notes on a Small island (apologies to Mr.Bryson)

WARNING: contains me, gross exaggerations about whole countries of people, traffic, maps, swears, and embarrassing compliments.

A few things that are "quaint" and cute and a bit mad about living in the UK aka a conglomeration of three countries plus numerous tiny islands as well as the northern quarter of a large-ish neighboring island. 

These are the British Isles set into a map of the US. It is to scale. England is the bottom right 1/3, sorta. So imagine that England (~50k sq.miles) is a little less than the size of North Carolina (~52k sq.miles). 


We'll start with a favorite subject, the radio. National radio (BBC) has it quirks.

So let's imagine for a moment that you're in Charlotte, NC and getting into your car for the morning commute. The traffic report comes on and you hear that there is a massive accident that has caused huge backups....in northern Virginia. 

This happened to me two weeks ago on a bright, beautiful morning when upon turning on the radio I heard that a road was closed because the snow gates were down. The highways and byways here are numbered and for some reason you're meant to know all the numbers and that the bigger ones often stretch the length of the country (like inter-state 40 or 20, only a fifth the length;). So I'm meant to know that the M9 is in Scotland some 360 some odd miles away. Even though I regularly use the M3, not in Scotland. 

Highways (aka Motorways) here have signs, just like in America, that can warn you of traffic jams and closures ahead. WAY ahead. I can be on the A1 near London and a sign will say that the A1 is closed at the junction with the A19. What it doesn't say is that the A19 is a four hour drive northward. 

Clearly, this is, for me, a bit of a hindrance and I've basically taken to ignoring all warning signs that don't say "Stop Now." I drove down a little road for ages a few weeks ago passing signs that read "ROAD CLOSED AHEAD" for literally 15 miles before I finally came to the closure, which wasn't really a closure at all, just a weak bridge that only passenger cars were allowed to cross, one lane at a time. But it wasn't until a few miles before the closure that the signs specifically noted the closure was only for HGVs (heavy good vehicles!). I guess austerity measures have really bitten into the sign budget. 

From a television show perspective, I like the whole tiny island feel. It's like the 80s in America where one great episode or miniseries would be the talk of the town. When the recently shown "Wolf Hall" aired here (miniseries of the book featuring Thomas Cromwell's perspective on Henry VII, starring Damian Lewis and some great stage actors, two thumbs up y'all) it was on the cover of the major newspapers. It was widely discussed and known. While some shows in America still generate this, it is fairly rare for it be SO seemingly universal. You wouldn't have to find your "Breaking Bad" buddy at work. Everyone would know Walter's latest dastardly deeds. 

Friday was Red Nose Day here, that's a culminating day for a long build up of fund raising events for the UK's Comic Relief charity. And every school does something. Everyone watches at least some of the special telethon in the evening, even if only to see celebrities do silly things (do a search for 'red nose day skit' and enjoy some laughs). That's kind of a great feeling and something I think America has suffered from the loss of - feeling connected to the rest of the country. 

Oh, British people, I can hear you rolling your eyes and muttering about the London-centric media and politics and that Scotland almost went its own way. But I'm not sure you can fathom how a person from North Carolina and a person from Oregon (3000 miles apart) can simultaneously feel "American" and yet have extremely different lives, outlooks, cultural touchstones, and experiences. But then if you push them, if you place them in say France and someone America-bashes, they will each leap to the deference of their homeland. It's weird. Nuts really that a nation should be so vast and under one flag. Ask the Chinese, they get it. 

There is something to this conglomeration of three small, proud nations (yes, I'm deliberate leaving out Northern Ireland, it's not a nation,sry) that lends itself to a feeling of community that is different from anywhere else I've lived or visited. There is camaraderie, even if it just over listening to the Archers on the radio, wearing a red nose, or being truly and deeply interested in the weather two hundred miles away. It is almost as if you all might like one another. Shhh, I promise not to tell. 

(next installment, coming soon, a teaser: The Most Seasonally Affected People)


2 comments:

  1. You had me laughing out loud again. You have well and truly found the charm in your new home country (while still being that babe born in Atlanta) loved it!!

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