Took us about an extra hour to take off from JFK, but the flight itself was lovely and uneventual, AND I got to watch "The Fantastic Four." Which was just about as cheesy as I’d imagined. Delicious.
Now, in a cab on my way to Stacey & Richard’s, having been met at the airport by a driver holding a card with my name on it. Ain’t I posh?
(Yes, I’m in the UK for less than 30 minutes and already I start using their phrases. Although, to be fair, I use a lot of Britishisms in New York, too.)
But can you sing the song from Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang about the Posh Travelling Life? Only then will you approach true snooty Britishness.