A Chicago Limey is a thirty something Englishman who thought he'd carved a niche out for himself in London; he'd bought his own flat,was head of geography (although at a rubbish school), and was not yet completely bald, fat and given up on by life.
Then this crazy American walks into his life, somehow persuades him to marry her, sell all his belongings and move almost 4,000 miles to live in Chicago. Which he did.
So while you're here, read his blog, leave a comment and bookmark this page (or send him your e-mail address, which is at the top of this page, and he'll add you to his mailing list).
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Or nauseated, for that matter! Gross!
Where can I get one over here?
My colon just quivered.
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