Ahem. I am the Brit. I act like that. Every morning at 6am sharp I throw the curtains wide open and sing "A spoonful of sugar" at the top of my fine baritone voice while sipping tea from a fine bone china cup and saucer - while my brother is singing "God save the Queen" in the background. I then get Jeeves to drive me to my business meeting and we talk about how "those bloody Yanks" are always shooting each other up and how those disgusting French men are kissing each other.
After that we have a roast dinner and a pint of warm flat beer and call each other "old boy", then go hunting a couple of foxes
There was a This American Life about a black student, Zora Bikangaga, who--on a dare--pretended to be Ugandan when he first got to college/met his roommate. He got in so deep that he pretended for, like, the whole year before he actually confessed...
What if you know it and don't care because this is your distress place and the majority of the people who speak the English language can understand and a post on a website doesn't need to be correct as its not being published or submitted, don't you have something better to do with your life?
After that we have a roast dinner and a pint of warm flat beer and call each other "old boy", then go hunting a couple of foxes