There Will Always Be an England

When you grow up with an uncle and a grandfather both named Benny Hill, you can't escape picking up some of that dry wit you so often hear about when discussing British humor (sorry, humour). Teemed with a non-stop "Only Fools and Horses" marathon last night on my computer, the little half-brit in me couldn't help but jump out and say "ello" this morning.

We were studying Easter Island in my second period class and the massive Moai sculptures adorning its breathtaking beaches. After a short documentary, my JTE and I had the following conversation in English:

Teacher: Boy, I'd sure like to visit Easter Island before I die.
John: Well, it'd be a bit of a bugger to try afterwards.

I might have missed the point of having easy English conversations in front of intermediate level Japanese students. My sentiments were confirmed by the overwhelming sound of crickets chirping in the classroom. Tough crowd!