Another excerpt from newsman H. Allen Smith’s autobiography Low Man On A Totem Pole, ©1941:
During the years I’ve been in New York I’ve interviewed many Britishers. Once I went to a small luncheon for H.G. Wells and chiseled into a chair two seats removed from the great man. I sat in rapt silence, scarcely daring to lift a fork for fear I would miss a few words of his casual discourse. All through that luncheon he spoke of only one thing. He said he didn’t like green peas; he could not remember ever having liked green peas and he was confident he would go to his grave disliking green peas.
I don’t like green peas, either. It’s nice to have something in common with H.G. Wells.
I looked up the word “Britishers,” and it’s a real word. It used to be pejorative, but now it’s considered jocular. It’s probably safer not to use it, in case the person you are talking with is old-school and takes it the wrong way.