English

Apparently I do look English. I was at a local Rite-Aid the other day. All of the other customers loitering about or in line were Hispanic, or so it seemed, and the Hispanic check-out guy was conversing with them in Spanish, naturally. When I leave the head of the queue and get up to the counter, he says "English? You look English." I replied "Well, English, Irish, mixed ... you know." He speaks to me entirely in English, of course, and as we finish our transaction and I start to leave he blurts "God Save the Queen!" And of course I reply with "Yes, God Save the Queen!"

Now I realize I could have put on a bit of an accent and loudly announced, "Yes, God Save Her Royal Britannic Majesty and Project Her Loyal Subjects Around the Globe, for the Sun Never Sets on Her Vast Empire!" 

But I hadn't had even a single pint of warm beer at the time. Sadly, I know, for a true Englishman that's no bloody excuse whatever. 

And, besides not being particularly religious in the God-fearing sense, I am in fact only partly English, having in fact even a tiny bit of bloody French blood in the mix. Hate to admit that last bit, but thanks to my Mum's Mum, it is true enough.

Still, what can it hurt. God Save the Queen!