On a Swedish plane…

…in Sweden, in a Scandinavian published magazine, a Yorkshire-born Brit writes about British pubs, in American English (you say “crisps”, he writes “chips”, railway/railroad, po-tay-toe/po-tah-toh), and thinks that “Thame Parkway” sounds like an entry in “Jane Austen’s address book”.

I sat in my seat and cringed.

Serves me right for reading an inflight magazine, I guess.

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