Stephen Fry, who played Jeeves on Jeeves and Wooster
, has just published a book called Stephen Fry in America: Fifty States and the Man Who Set Out to See Them All,
in which he explains that his father was offered a job at Princeton in the Fifties, which might have led to him being an American citizen:
I was so nearly an American. It was that close. In the mid-1950s my father was offered a job at Princeton Universityâ€“something to do with the emerging science of semiconductors. One of the reasons he turned it down was that he didnâ€™t think he liked the idea of his children growing up as Americans. I was born, therefore, not in NJ but in NW3.I was ten when my mother made me a present of this momentous information. The very second she did so, Steve was born.Steve looked exactly like me, same height, weight and hair colour. In fact, until we opened our mouths, it was almost impossible to distinguish one from the other. Steveâ€™s voice had the clear, penetrating, high-up-in-the-head twang of American. He called Mummy â€?Momâ€™, he used words like â€?swellâ€™, â€?cuteâ€™ and â€?darnâ€™. There were detectable differences in behaviour too. He spread jam (which he called jelly) on his (smooth, not crunchy) peanut butter sandwiches, he wore jeans, t-shirts and basketball sneakers rather than grey shorts, Airtex shirts and black plimsolls. He had far more money for sweets, which he called candy, than Stephen ever did. Steve was confident almost to the point of rudeness, unlike Stephen who veered unconvincingly between shyness and showing off. If I am honest, I have to confess that Stephen was slightly afraid of Steve.As they grew up, the pair continued to live their separate, unconnected lives. Stephen developed a mania for listening to records of old music hall and radio comedy stars, watching cricket, reading poetry and novels, becoming hooked on Keats and Dickens, Sherlock Holmes and P.G. Wodehouse and riding around the countryside on a moped. Steve listened to blues and rock and roll, had all of Bob Dylanâ€™s albums, collected baseball cards, went to movie theatres three times a week and drove his own car.Stephen still thinks about Steve and wonders how he is getting along these days. After all, the two of them are genetically identical. It is only natural to speculate on the fate of a long-lost identical twin. Has he grown even plumper than Stephen or does he work out in the gym? Is he in the TV and movie business too? Does he write? Is he â€?quintessentially Americanâ€™ in the way Stephen is often charged with being â€?quintessentially Englishâ€™?All these questions are intriguing but impossible to settle. If you are British, dear reader, then I dare say you too might have been born American had your ancestral circumstances veered a little in their course. What is your long-lost non-existent identical twin up to?