Most of these Self-Conscious Briticisms are indeed yours, Tom, and you may have them. Some ("tits up" in particular) are in fact old American slang, but of course you're welcome to them. And some--I'm giving you fair warning--I intend to steal: "Jammy" and "Zeh-bra Crossing" are too good to pass up. Especially since "jammies" is already American childish slang for what are in your terms "jim-jams," and it sounds a little weirdly but not unpleasantly cute.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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