Possibly this series with the guy from My Family.Is that similar to the BT adverts from a few years ago that were basically their own cinematic universe by the end of it?
Can't stand this. I don't even call my mates "mate".
I love the fact we are a nation of quirks and odd, old and new traditions.
My two favourites are
Saluting Magpies when you see them or saying good morning to Mr Magpie and asking how his wife and kids are.
Ha, every time my wife does that I reply with "Isn't it".
The fact that (most of) our doors to enter/exit the house can't be opened without a key from the inside, so if a fire starts while you're inside and you can't find the key, you die.
There's a handle on each side but if the door is locked the handle doesn't work.
It's more the same prevalence of security doors on modern housing where turning the key sends bolts at the top and bottom across too. It needs a key to unlock it if a key has been used to lock it.
Thats why my parents would do things like give a key to a neighbour and hide one around the front garden/porch somewhere. Something that just seems alien to me now.Old doors had those lever things on the inside which could be opened without a key. But then if it shut without the latch on while you were outside without the key, you'd be locked out.
Saluting Magpies when you see them or saying good morning to Mr Magpie and asking how his wife and kids are.
As well as using the term "alright?" as you pass someone and them saying it back.
I moved to the UK recently and it's taken me ages to not give an answer to "alright?" I constantly feel compelled to say, "good, how are you?" I did that many times and I could just feel the interaction completely break down.I'm so guilty of this one but I cannot get myself out of the habit.
As well as using the term "alright?" as you pass someone and them saying it back.
God, I love this thread because I'm so guilty of basically all of it.
Um Pakora is sold is Sainsbury and Tesco in South Wales though?
Adding a kiss to the end of text messages to friends and family x
I usually heard it from the older generation of Devon people when I lived there.Hmm, I've lived in 'Devonshire' for most of my life, but I can't remember hearing this for a long time...Round ere like, most folk start (or end) each sentance with "to be fair"...
But, fucking hell, do not put your jam on your scone first, as you'll be thrown out of the county.
Come to Southall and you'll have all the Pakore you want.It is?!
That is surprising as I was never able to get it anywhere outside of Scotland. Drunkenly asking for it in London lead to heady mix of bafflement and terror.
I thought curry was huge in Britain, that was going to be the thing I mentioned.colonizing 75% of the world for spice and then not liking any of that spice
I tried to explain this to some American colleagues in a bar in New York once, about the threatening barbs you get on words like "pal" and "mate" in the UK. One woman said "I call my son 'pal'," and I told her that if someone called me 'pal' in pretty much any part of the UK, I'd start slowly backing away from them. If they called me "cunt," though, I'd assume things were fine."Mate" being used in a threatening way if said to a stranger. "What did you just say to me, mate?"
"Cunt" being used amongst friends like it's nothing. "Shut up, you daft cunt."
I've found myself doing this so much more frequently as I've got older. Literally whenever I get up off a chair and intend to do something in another room - even if it's just pouring a glass of water.
But, fucking hell, do not put your jam on your scone first, as you'll be thrown out of the county.
Calling your mates "cunt".
I hate that I do this and I've never stepped foot in the UK. I worked with an English dude for almost 8 years and absorbed this mannerism.
You're asking me to make a cream tea incorrectly and this I cannot abide. I will die on this hill.
But, fucking hell, do not put your jam on your scone first, as you'll be thrown out of the county.