Jam jars, ketchup, well all the condiments going in the fridge. I don't remember doing that in the UK...anyone else do the same? Why?

Oh and ziplock bags over here, saving the clean ones that veg were put in, to seal up off cuts of meat before chucking those in the bin to help reduce the smell. We don't have rubbish pick up and don't fill a big bin weekly so takes a few weeks to make a dump run worth it.

No ugly net curtains to keep the weirdo's from prying either...but then we keep the curtains closed in the living room to keep the place cooler anyway so not needed...plus ugly, Venetian blinds that are everywhere.

Oh and a garage never being used to store a car, but for all kinds of crap, made worse when moving garden stuff in over winter

Shaving my legs more than twice a year

Saying, "I'm good."

Talking to a bunch of nutters on the internet all day.

Taking St Johns Wort.

Saying "Near London" when people ask what part of the UK I'm from as I know almost none of them have a clue.

Dreaming about sausage rolls

Never wearing tights

Keeping all the windows closed on hot days - to keep the AC in

Yeah, all good...I'm doing that too

Though not shaving my legs part

Eating the dill pickle spear that comes with my deli sandwich at lunch time.

I've stuck to saying about an hour from London, simplifies things as some people have a weird definition of near, certainly folks up in Maine

I noticed my son shaves his, apparently for cycling.

"Close to a port on the south coast where the titanic sailed form" is what I've been using since the movie came out ...

Them: omg I went on vacation to London, isn't it great?
Me: There's a lot more to see than just London you know

Unless one is Olympic kind of quality, I don't see the point on the minuscule % efficiency increase....seems like a lot of work to me as well...I can barely be bothered with my chops, never mind other body parts

A mate used that line. The person then said "You mean NY?"....tbf, it was a bar, so not entirely sure the person was being serious or taking the piss, but you never know

I went into some detail the first time I was asked, only to have the person later introduce me to someone else as being from "Scartland, right?" So I keep it simple now.

Reading a bunch of nutters on the internet who truly understand why I'm prepared to pay a small fortune for British Bacon from our local "boutique charcuterie" and that Hersheys chocolate really DOES taste like vomit

Something about it getting caught in the chain (leg hair that is) - could be a metrosexual thing though