Allow me to indulge in a rant. Dear annoying American guy from Brooklyn: you are American. You have an American accent. It’s just the way it is, so get used to it. When you speak in a confused jumbled mealy-mouthed mishmash of Aussie, English, Irish, Brooklyn, Welsh, and Moron, everyone can tell. The people you’re trying to impress can hear the differences between individual flats in London, nevermind the bitches’ brew of mangled Commonwealth you’ve decided to puke out at any given moment. This PSA has been brought to you by the department of “shut the hell up, you blithering idiot”.