Letterman once had Rickey Gervais do a Top Ten List called "Top Ten Questions Americans Ask Brits" and one of them was: What do you mean by "let's go smoke a fag"?
Brits and,it would appear,Aussies use "fag" as slang for cigarette.
Not as often as we used to.
The late great Sir Terry Pratchett co-wrote a novel called Good Omens with American Terry Gaiman. I wouldn't recommend it to anybody who thinks Christianity shouldn't have jokes made about it, but I love it as I love all of Pratchett's work (and he poked fun at absolutely everything in the same way).
Good Omens is set in our own world (unlike most of Pratchett's work) and one of the plotlines involves the very tiny remnant of the English 'Witchfinder Army' still operating in the late twentieth century (the heyday of finding and burning witches having been some centuries earlier). At one point, Withfinder Private Pulsifer needs to try and bluff his way onto a USAF base and is making use of his 350 year old ID card.
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The guard on the hole in the fence looked puzzled. He was aware of excitement back in the base, and his radio seemed to be picking up nothing but static, and his eyes were being drawn again and again to the card in front of him.
He'd seen many identity cards in his time‑military, CIA, FBI, KGB even‑and, being a young soldier, had yet to grasp that the more insignificant an organization is, the more impressive are its identity cards.
This one was hellishly impressive. His lips moved as he read it again, all the way from "The Lord Protector of the Common Wealth of Britain charges and demands," through the bit about commandeering all kindling, rope, and igniferous oils, right down to the signature of the WA's first Lord Adjutant, Praise‑him‑all‑Ye‑works‑of‑the‑Lord‑and‑Flye‑Fornication Smith. Newt kept his thumb over the bit about Nine Pence Per Witch and tried to look like James Bond.
Finally the guard's probing intellect found a word he thought he recognized.
"What's this here," he said suspiciously, "about us got to give you faggots?"
"Oh, we have to have them," said Newt. "We burn them."
"Say what?"
"We burn them."
The guard's face broadened into a grin. And they'd told him England was soft. "Right on!" he said.