Hmmm... I may give my identity away here, but, what the hell. I was engaged to a lass, the one true love of my life, not so many years ago, secretly, for we planned to wed after she finished university. Until her grandmother found out that I was, indeed, half Irish Catholic and half French Catholic, whilst they were pure English Presbyterian. Didn't matter anymore that my bran muffins were a hit at coffee after service. I was turfed not long after. Good thing I wasn't skewered by those little old IODE's who use to lance their way down the aisle of the church every Sunday... fucking hypocrits.

And, this is is the "New World", thousand of miles and centuries away. On the average, of course, people are people. The Brits are some of the very best. But, the bad apples spoil it for all.