I love the Brits, I promise. I've spent most of the past year and a half with them. But their little idiosyncrasies still amuse me. In the past month I've learned so much - such as - its appropriate to talk back to your boss (I knew I loved working for the Beeb). The class hierarchy back there is much more intense than any sort of racism parallel we could compare it to. I've learned the term "beardies" which is NOT a flattering term. I've also learned that if you cannot pronounce the word SCONE correctly (ie. SCON-sans e-) illuminates you like a big working class neon sign. And lastly, if you admire fireman and are at a fireman bar do not ask the old man at the bar if he is a fireman, because he'll hear farmer and its just ridiculously embarrassingly funny.
ps - perhaps I'll take some pictures while I'm in Montana but there's a 95 percent chance they'll just be of some cute kid with puffy cheeks.