Tag: British

  • Awkward British Problems

    AWKWARD BRITISH PROBLEMS:

    🇬🇧Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    🇬🇧Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    🇬🇧The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    🇬🇧Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

    🇬🇧 Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    🇬🇧 Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    🇬🇧 Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    🇬🇧 Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    🇬🇧 Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    🇬🇧”You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    🇬🇧 Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    🇬🇧 “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    🇬🇧 The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    🇬🇧 Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    🇬🇧 Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    🇬🇧 Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    🇬🇧 Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    🇬🇧 Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    🇬🇧 Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    🇬🇧 Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    🇬🇧 Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    🇬🇧 Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    🇬🇧 Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    🇬🇧 Loudly tapping your fingers at the cash point, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    🇬🇧 Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    🇬🇧 Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    🇬🇧 Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    🇬🇧 Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    🇬🇧 The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    🇬🇧 The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    🇬🇧 “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    🇬🇧 Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    🇬🇧 Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    🇬🇧 Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    🇬🇧 Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door.

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  • What It’s Like To Be British

    What it’s like to be British

    • Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    • Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    • Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    • Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door

    • Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    • Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    • Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    • The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    • The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    • “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    • Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    • Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    • Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    • Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    • Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    • Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    • Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    • Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    • Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    • Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    • The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    • Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    • Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    • Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    • “You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    • Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    • “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    • Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    • Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    • Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    • Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    • Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    • Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    • The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    • Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

  • What It’s Like To Be British

    What it’s like to be British

    • Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    • Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    • Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    • Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door

    • Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    • Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    • Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    • The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    • The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    • “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    • Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    • Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    • Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    • Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    • Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    • Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    • Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    • Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    • Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    • Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    • The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    • Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    • Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    • Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    • “You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    • Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    • “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    • Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    • Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    • Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    • Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    • Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    • Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    • The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    • Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

    Credit Joanne Johnson

  • Things Which Confirm You’re British

    Things which confirm you’re British.

    • Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    • Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    • Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    • Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door

    • Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    • Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    • Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    • The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    • The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    • “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    • Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    • Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    • Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    • Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    • Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    • Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    • Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    • Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    • Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    • Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    • The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    • Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    • Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    • Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    • “You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    • Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    • “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    • Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    • Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    • Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    • Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    • Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    • Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    • The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    • Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again”

  • This is ENGLAND…..We like it the way it is and even more so the way it was

    One mans thoughts and views on being British have gone viral, do you agree with what he has said? Some believe he is a racist for his comments

    “I am the Tory Party’s Worst Nightmare. I am a White, Tax-Paying, God-fearing English man. I am a hard-working Brit and I work long hours to earn a living.

    I believe in God and the freedom of religion, but I don’t push it on others. I believe in British products and buy them whenever I can.

    I believe the money I make belongs to me and not to some governmental functionary, to share with others who don’t work!

    I think owning a home doesn’t make you a capitalist; it makes you a smart Brit. I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything. Get over it. Join in with the majority!

    I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you should do it in English. I believe there should be no other language option.

    I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

    My heroes are fellow Brits like Freddy Flintoff and Winston Churchill and I know I’ve missed a few thousand!!!!!

    I don’t hate the rich. What I hate is the way they always manage to avoid paying proper taxes. I don’t pity the poor, I just hate the way they are always moaning that they are hard done by!!

    I know wrestling is fake and I don’t waste my time watching or arguing about it.

    I believe if you don’t like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country!

    This is ENGLAND…..We like it the way it is and even more so the way it was…so stop trying to change it to look like some other socialist country! If you were born or legally migrated here and don’t like it… you are free to move to any Socialist country that will have you. I believe it is time to really clean house, starting with the House of Commons, the seat of our biggest problems.

    I want to know where the “Do Gooders” get their money from, and why are they always part of the problem and not the solution?

    Can I get an AMEN on that one?

    I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you’re breaking the law, regardless of what race, colour or creed you are. And, no, I don’t mind having my face shown on my driving licence. I think it’s good….

    I dislike those people trying to guilt me into making ‘donations’ to their cause….Get a job and support yourself and your family!

    I believe ‘illegal’ is illegal no matter what the lawyers think!

    I believe the Union Jack flag should be allowed to be flown anywhere in the United Kingdom !

    If this makes me a BAD Brit, then yes, I’m a BAD Brit. If you are a BAD Brit too, please forward this to everyone you know….

    We want our country back! My Country…..

    I hope this offends all illegal aliens.

    My great, great-grandfather watched as his friends died in the Boer War. My grandfather watched and bled as his friends died in World Wars 1&2. I watched as my friends died in Sierra Leone Bosnia, & Desert Storm. Our sons and daughters watched & bled as their friends died in Afghanistan and Iraq . None of them died for the Afghanistan and Iraq Flag. Every Briton died for the British flag.

    At one high school, foreign students raised a Middle East flag on a school flag pole. British students took it down. Guess who was expelled…the students who took it down.

    West London high school students were sent home, because they wore T-shirts with the Union Jack flag printed on them.

    What is going on?? What idiots do we have in authority?? Enough is enough.

    This message needs to be viewed by every Brit; and every Briton needs to stand up for Britain . We’ve bent over to appease the Brit-haters long enough. I’m taking a stand.

    I’m standing up because of the millions who died fighting in wars for this country, and for the British flag.

    And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message. IT IS NOT !

    Britons, stop giving away Your RIGHTS !

    THIS IS OUR COUNTRY !

    This statement DOES NOT mean I’m against immigration !

    YOU ARE WELCOME HERE, IN MY COUNTRY, welcome to come legally:

    1. Get a sponsor !

    2. Learn the LANGUAGE, as immigrants have in the past!

    3. Live by OUR rules ! Dress as we Britons Do

    4. Get a job !

    5. Pay YOUR Taxes !

    6. No Social Security until you have earned it and paid for it !

    7. Find a place to lay your head !

    If you don’t want to forward this for fear of offending someone, then YOU’RE PART OF THE PROBLEM !

    We’ve gone so far the other way… bent over backwards not to offend anyone.

    WAKE UP BRITAIN ! ! !

    If you do not Pass this on, may your fingers cramp !

    Made in BRITAIN & DAMN PROUD OF IT!!!!!”

    AMEN”