For one, the Brits seem to enjoy a darker, drier brand of comedy... which I'd imagine pairs well with the ghosts of limeys past trapped in the London Underground.
Robophilia, Technosexuality, J-Date... whatever you want to call it, this inorganic fetish is sweeping the nation. And it makes sense, with the ubiquity of STDs, serial murder, and flaky peeps who wait three days to text you back, I can see why a lot of men and women are reverting to synthetic materials for sexual gratification.
And while sex with a robot might not be my cup of tea*, a few more years of being single in New York and I may change my tune.
*my cup of tea is definitely English Breakfast, I love it... so robust and earthy.