It has been said that Britain and America are separated by a common language, but this completely ignores the 3,000 miles of Atlantic Ocean that happens to be between us. That’s a testable and provable fact; I checked it out myself when I flew over it.
I had a conversation the other night regarding the education of any future children in America (named Velociraptor and Stormageddon) and some of the quirks of Anglo-American conventions on language came to light. In the interests of cross-Pond special relations I made some effort to compromise with my Stateside girlfriend and agreed that any progeny could use Americanisms, I would just choose to shun and ignore them if they did.
If they want their lunch wrapped in Aluminum foil then I would try to find this imaginary element and failing to do so would leave their sandwiches to dry out. If they choose to add in the extra ‘i’ and spell it correctly then no more dried crusts. Continue reading

