In the rest of the world, I am English. In the US, I am British. I think Americans invented the “Rest of the World” for their marketing maps. I suppose being recognised as a Brit is a change from being labelled a Russian or Australian.
Ah, the ex-colonies. How they have such quaint little sayings, they’ve done so well.
I am now ‘down’ with something I am ‘up for’. When I go ‘hang out’ with a ‘chum’ I am really spending time with chopped fish. And I can talk about sharing a nice bit of crumpet with a friend without blushing.