also has 'so much to answer for'. According to Steven Patrick. And he's not wrong.

I do the "London's brilliant when it's raining" thing too, oddly enough.

Also if anyone mentions Primrose Hill, I chip in "It's windy there and the view's so nice", courtesy of Blur's For Tomorrow.

Without thinking (and if at home/in good company saying out loud) Mark and Lard's perennial 'Lei-ces-ces-ces-cestershire'.

nothing to me...aaaawwww Veee-enna

And any mention of Glyndebourne immediately sets me off with the wondeful Kit and the Widow;s version of the overture from Barber of Seville (oops, - Il Barbiere di Siviglia )

'We're orf to Glyndebourne to see a frightfully boring opera by Rossini,
We both like Glyndebourne; it gives us scope to be particularly queeny'

alongside Istanbul which fires off the They Might be Giants popular cover version.

But that's nobody's business but the Turks

Whenever I see figure skating on TV ( not that often, but it happens ), sooner rather than later the sports commentator will say that one of the skaters lives in Odessa ( most of them do, apparently ).
Cue me loudly reciting the opening line of a ( beautiful )poem by Vladimir Majakovsky, hamming it up properly with added dramatic hand gestures.
"Det var i Odessa det hände!" ( Well, that's the Swedish translation of course... Meaning "It happened in Odessa". )
I have to say this every time that city is mentioned, and as I said - they all bloody live there! If I turned it into a drinking game I would get well hammered...

Is it me you're looking for?

Baby

I can't hear Brazil mentioned without thinking "…where the nuts come from".

they've got an awful lot of coffee there.