Fishnets and kneepads

While I’m thrilled about many aspects of British culture (including a later start to workdays and the kosher nature of chips/french fries accompanying all dishes), there are a few American things I’m pleasantly surprised to find are transatlantic.  A recent example is Roller Derby.

If someone had told me a few years ago that I would love watching women throwing elbows in while skating in fishnets, I would have looked over my shoulder to see if they were talking to a burlesque-loving punk skater behind me.  But I’ve caught the bug, which my fiance is all too encouraging of.  If it weren’t for my acute awareness of my clumsiness, I would be half tempted to tryout for a league, but then the thought passes and I remind myself that I have a half-finished knitting project next to my bed, three books on deck after “Seven Days In the Art World,” and a guitar lesson next week.  It’s still fun to watch.