It would never happen to you...

It would never happen to you. You're too American. You're too old. You're too set in your ways. Nonsense, things like that only happen to children that don't know any better.

It would never happen to you. It's too British, too foreign, and far too cliche.

Then, one day, you catch yourself in the act - a slip of the tonge, a Freudian slip, must be a joke. Then again... and again. It's in your words, the way you speak, your clothes, your food, your drink, your think. You catch yourself more and more often in ways you never thought imaginable. Before you know it, the exception becomes the norm. You're off to grab your kit for some footie, then out for a few pints with your mates, getting proper pissed, and, eventually, you're just knackered.

Make fun if you want. Honestly, though, it's so tough to avoid. The trip home is going to be an interesting one...