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The government of my country, in all of its infinite wisdom, has decided to introduce a 'Citizenship Test' to give to all potential immigrants to the country. (Questions including such gems as 'Where are the Geordie, Cockney, and Scouse dialects spoken?')
I took the BBC version of it here. Needless to say, I failed rather dismally. I mean, who is to know where it is that Father Christmas really lives?
I'm not sure how this will affect my status as a British citizen. Possibly I should go and learn the rules of cricket, to be on the safe side. I don't want to find myself suddenly ejected from the country for lacking in 'Britishness'.
...And Franz was terrific, by the way. Utterly amazing. Possibly I will get around to telling you about it in more detail, but for now I will just say that I was squashed, trampled on, covered in bruises, and I almost collapsed, but still came out smiling. Franz-tastic.