The various English-speaking nations of the world: divided by our common language.
(sometimes attributed to Churchill, but who knows?)
Ain't it the truth? A friend from Nottingham had taken his 'merican (can't bring myself to say 'yank') bride to meet the folks. As they were getting ready one morning for a walkabout, she said 'Wait a minute, I'll just get my fanny pack.' Apparently, everyone looked like they were going to faint, until my friend said 'She means bum bag.'
The story certainly explained some puzzling spots in the writing from some old Mayfairs. ;->=
Neat Martian mine, bog roll or not! Space 1889 has endlessly tempted me since I was about 11 playing Sky Galleons of Mars with a cousin!
Give in! Of course, I'll be playing my Space 1889 battles in many and sundry rulesets, from GASLIGHT to When the Navy Walked to whatever, but the background is rich, and you've got space elves that aren't Eldar. What's not to love?
Oh, and Jim? We're never satisfied; where's more terrain to go with the mine?
Doug