English intrigue fascinates me. I’ve always been drawn to the sophistication, pomp and fanfare of this bygone era. If I could get one simple peek (and by this I mean a jaunt back through time) for just one moment in time, I would probably fall in love with it all. The people, the customs and traditions, and most interestingly enough the rules and regulations. If you knew me, you’d probably scoff upon hearing such a thing coming out of my mouth. But there it is. I’ve said it. Rules and regulations might not be so bad. In another time and another place. One that is far removed from the independent person I insist on being.