I'll bet you're really sweet once you scrape all your bristles off.
They grow back almost immediately. I'll take you all on. This so-called War of Independence was just a battle, as far as I'm concerned it's still going. This is my typical encounter in London with the average American:
Some waddling horror in Bermuda shorts, and his over-made up wife, asks the way to the nearest McDonald's. Note, never the National Gallery or the British Museum, always a fast food outlet. So, I smile politely, ask them where they're from, and send the bastards the wrong way.