1. You queue up, not line up, for everything

2. Everyone orders food for himself, never platters to share. You don’t share your food or get from other people’s plates

3. Instead of offering food, you offer to make hot drinks for them

4. Tea is always, always with milk

5. The following are food: pigs in blankets, butty, chippy, toad in a hole, and mushy peas

6. “Hi, you alright?” is their version of “Hello, kumusta?”

7. Say sorry for everything e.g. when someone bumps into you in a busy street or they’re blocking you in the grocery aisle

8. Keep left

9. It rains every day but they still complain about the weather. An umbrella is always handy

10. You can drink at lunch

11. Every girl has an MK

12. Not all British accents are posh

13. Surgery is hospital, chemist is drug store, holiday is leave, and leave is permission

14. There’s only two popcorn flavours in the cinema — salt and sweet

15. It’s flavour and colour and favour and parlour; Say vaz for vase and veetamin for vitamin, or filet for fillet

16. Barely any security guards around

17. The following are money: quid, fiver, tenner

18. If your allocated bin (garbage can) is overflowing, the excess won’t get picked up so you’re forced to recycle (separate real trash from paper, bottles, and cans)

19. Trains close a minute before. When you’re late, you’re late

20. The following are foul words: rubbish, bollocks, donkey, bloody, sod off

And of course, their humour is dry. But people are lovely.


(Unseen little things)

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