The British Invasion

This past weekend we got to meet our friend Liz's super fun, British boyfriend at the wedding.  In anticipation of meeting him, I had to have a serious chat with Dave.  Dave enjoys butchering all sorts of accents at any occasion.  He actually sat through my family's Thanksgiving brunch in an adult turkey costume while speaking in a Russian accent.  I was (secretly) impressed that he made it to cocktail hour before whipping out his British accent in front of Ben.  Also, the bride is Russian and her dad's accent was showcased during his Father of the Bride speech.  Dave's head almost exploded.  So in keeping with the recent British obsessions, both musical and personal, Foundations has been on repeat the entire week.  The lyrics are, I dare say, cheeky? (I couldn't help it.)