We can be like every Brit I've ever met in this country and just say, to hell with it, this is how I am. Brits don't blend in for anybody. You meet one, you ask what part of the UK they're from, and they stiffen up like you just jammed a poker up their asses. Excuse me--another poker, in addition to the one they've already stashed up there themselves. Too personal a question. Well, fuck you, buddy, you're in my country now, and believe me, "What part of the country are you from" does not even begin to rate on our Personal Question-o-Meter over here. "How did your teeth get all fucked up like that," now that some of us might consider a fairly personal question. It depends how much we've had to drink, how fascinatingly awful your teeth are, and whether we're seated upwind or down from your malodorous breath.