Follow Jami on Twitter: @MarloweHales

Jami Lynn is:

A wordsmith, a scribe, a person of letters.

Managing to hold down a day job as a technical writer and communication specialist for “the man.”

Obsessed with (and therefore an expert on) Mary Poppins, Edina Monsoon, Tottenham Hotspur, Charles Dickens, Cornish pasties, David Beckham, how people from different neighborhoods in London can have completely different accents (Although, everyone seems to be from Hackney, don’t they?), movies about Elizabeth II, triangle sandwiches from Sainsbury’s, Ellie Goulding, Skins, building real and fictitious British monuments out of Legos…

Jami Lynn is NOT:


Living in England.

In any way affiliated with anyone who may now, or have ever been, English. Or living in England.

Alright, that last one just sounded kind of good…I would LOVE to know English people! Hit me up on the Twitter!

Here are some comments made about Jami Lynn:

“You should ask if they have Pimm’s.” -Everyone, at all English pubs this side of the pond (the answer is usually “no”, or “What’s a Pimms?”)

I can perfectly imagine the exact inflection and emphasis in your voice in saying this. And I don’t think I’ve ever been tanner than the Band-aid.” -Facebook commenter and accountant, Wendi

Lemon numbers among my employees.” -Jack Donaghy

Way to abuse the exclamation point.” -the illustrious Squish, former Ye Olde Blighty reader

Writing is a waste of time, get a real job!” -J’s Dad

Are you watching Harry Potter again?” -J’s Mom

It all started with the Spice Girls…

Before I “met” the Spice Girls (I have never met the Spice Girls), my view of British people was that of my parents, my peers: snobby, stuffed shirt types with bad teeth. However, after following the Spice Girls for about five minutes, I grew to love their accents, became enamored with the architecture in London, and found myself researching the funny TV shows the group would mention, or the stores they shopped in, the music they liked, every city they stopped in, etc, etc. Everything just snowballed from there. I found David Beckham when Victoria described her first encounter with him after a Manchester United match. I knew Mel C was a Liverpool fan, and Michael Owen played for Liverpool, and for England, so by the time England made it to the 1998 World Cup in France, I was locked in. Their loss to Argentina sent me into a state of depression and while I will defend Becks for kicking Diego Simone (He deserved it! Where was his red card?), I still think it had a significant impact on the match.

Somewhere in between all of that, my dad took me to London (and to a Spice Girls concert) on the way to our vacation in Cairo. Well, if I wasn’t an anglophile at that point, actually visiting this magical land of cobbled streets, wrong-way driving, and a major landmark every quarter mile sealed the deal!

Since then, I’ve been back several times, have been to a second Spice Girls concert, this time with my mom, and am probably a little bit more in love with the place than most Britons.

Follow Jami on Twitter: @MarloweHales




5 Responses to About

  1. Have you been to Reynold’s pasty shop on Burleigh? I don’t live too far from there and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. They’re a staple to my diet. I wonder how they compare to the real deal.

  2. Kathy says:

    I can understand your obsession. I’m fascinated by British royalty — just love reading and seeing movies about them. Both my hubby and I were thrilled when “The King’s Speech” won all the major awards.

  3. Siskel/Ebert says:

    If you really want to get a taste of what it was like growing up in London in the 50’s & 60’s you must read Keith Richards LIFE. Best Rock n Roll book I have ever read. Mainly because it’s so – raw. It’s not a book about ‘Keef’, but BY Keef himself. Excellent story.

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