British is Simon Cowell, The X Factor, listening to the latest celeb gossip, Katie Price, eating hot dogs, fun fairs and laughter at the Angel, racing blood hounds, cute puppies, winning ten quid on The National Lottery.
British is The British Pound, Credit Crunch, counting our pounds and pence, hunting for bargains, auctions, buying a big house on line, investing, banking, saving for a big nest egg.
British is football, the tube, karaoke nights, frying the perfect egg, going to the pictures, watching Robbie Williams on stage and Michael Jackson’s last dance, baked beans on toast, sleeping after News at Ten.
so hes british? i asked pointing over to him, he was sitting two tables over from us and we were interrogating him silently with our eyes. how much information did he know that we could use for our own gain? in the growing tension between the two countries.
British is our other cousins in Aussie Land, New Zealand, a morning fry-up, going for a brisk run, watching The London Marathon, learning to ski in Hyde Park.
Mick Jagger, that smell of paint in a new house, Smarties, smiling up at the brilliant Robbie Williams on stage, lovely doughnuts with the thick cream, meeting the royal family, crosswords.
British.
It’s that stupid accent my mother would always try to mimic to impress us. We knew she wasn’t educated, but she tried to make us think she was. Always. We hated it.
British is also a few drinks in a local pub, lane swimming, tucking into Fish and Chips, bowler hats, smart suits, the Pin Stripe, wearing high heels and English men with big golf umbrellas in the rain.
british are so stiff-upper lip and pukka sahib, with those sticks tucked under their arms. they try to rule the world with chins stuck in. england is something else again-green and poetic. i prefer it. so did keats
The british are coming! Too obvious. British Columbia, british tea, british empire, old men in white hats, red uniforms, monocles, an wrap around mustaches.
the british are not the same as the english, as in green england, this sceptered isle, of keats and virginia woolf and orwell and, of course, shakespeasre. britain is stiff upper lip.
the accent, everyone finds it so charming but all I hear is the rape of land, the oppression of people in the name of some whiteman’s burden. everytime my co-worker says “hello love” I think about Rudyard Kipling writing wild jungle books to prove, just prove how very perfect the british are.
Well I do like the british quite a lot I have a lot of friends from England and I used to date a guy from Newcastle.
England is one of those countries that I want to visit. I think the landscape there is very beautiful, and despite the fact that everyone says it rains there so much, I only think that’s some bad rumor…an I want to figure this our for myself.
I have a good friend who is British. She’s a cyber friend. I just spent all night emailing back and forth with her. I wonder if we ever meet if we will even like each other. Best not to tempt fate, my mother used to say.
british were the last to rule over india. i love british accent. british newspapers are rags, most of them anyway. once in a while something good happens in britain but its not enough for me to want to settle there. i love chelsea which is british
Being British is about being mixed up. Repressed, but confident. Nationalistic, but not racist. Accepting of everyones viewpointsm but intolerant of just about everything. Oh, and grumpy!
British is the navy, sailing, the old colonies, getting rum and sugar from the West Indies, drinking Pina Colado, raining, shopping in the rain, golf courses, the royal family is on walkabout in Victoria. Do I bow or curtsey?
I know nothing about the british. I know my children sometimes talk with a british accent. ??? I have no idea why and I call them on it all the time. My dad was a big Beatles fan. I know all their songs.
British is maritime, the oxford races, silk stockings, the Yanks, going to America, window shopping in Oxford Street, a week-end in busy New york, visiting the Kennedy homes in 2010 would be a wonderful experience.
British is Brucie, Jack Dee, going on stage to sing another karaoke song, my favourite, “Big Spender” sets the whole room cheering, then Alex comes on to sing, “All Shook Up”, a classic Elvis hit from Mr lip curler.
British is Tetley Tea, the little corner cafe, trips to the seaside, Punk Rockers, Top of The Pops, going to the races, The Grand Prix, The Royal Family, The Queen’s Jubilee, the clocks going back, forwards.
Posh accents or do you speak like a Cockney?
If you were born within Bow Bells, eating Jelly and Eels, Fish and Chips every Friday, going to school in the sixties, a sixties baby, at the same time as JFK. Magic!
British is private parties, the perfect fringe, the school prefect, staying after school, “I don’t like Mondays”. The British weather, hot cross buns, going to church, reading the bible, work mates, going to lunch.
British is buying records in the sixties, the mini skirt, getting a job on a boeing 747, eating cheese and cucumber sandwiches, a bacon sandwich and coffee before work.
British is Cadburys Milk Tray, feeding the lions at London Zoo, wearing perfume, shopping at Ridley Road Market, the market traders shouting to get a pound of potatoes for 50p.
British is the blonde look, blonde hair, going blonde, a bit of blonde, jazz up your hair, squeeze in a bit of blonde, the Marilyn Monroe look – complete with the pout and the black beauty mark. Go blonde!
British is the blonde look. Madonna dancing on stage jumps across two tables. People fall to one side as Madonna launches into “Material Girl” flanked by a dozen hunks.
British is Paddington Bear, James Bond in a Tux, the car chase across crowded Camden Town, tourists zoom in with their Japanese cameras, Pierce Brosnan emerging from a door way bumps into Daniel Craig!
British is Simon Cowell, The X Factor, listening to the latest celeb gossip, Katie Price, eating hot dogs, fun fairs and laughter at the Angel, racing blood hounds, cute puppies, winning ten quid on The National Lottery.
British is The British Pound, Credit Crunch, counting our pounds and pence, hunting for bargains, auctions, buying a big house on line, investing, banking, saving for a big nest egg.
The best accent to listen to when sitting in a boring lecture hall.
British is BA, warm toast, going to see Rod Stewart in Wembley. Rod is singing “I am Sailing” in front of Tom Jones who does a head spin.
up tight pompous ass holes that think there better than everyone. montey python was great but that was about it.
British is football, the tube, karaoke nights, frying the perfect egg, going to the pictures, watching Robbie Williams on stage and Michael Jackson’s last dance, baked beans on toast, sleeping after News at Ten.
so hes british? i asked pointing over to him, he was sitting two tables over from us and we were interrogating him silently with our eyes. how much information did he know that we could use for our own gain? in the growing tension between the two countries.
British is our other cousins in Aussie Land, New Zealand, a morning fry-up, going for a brisk run, watching The London Marathon, learning to ski in Hyde Park.
of the Bristish isles; denoting the nationality of Great Britain; many specific characteristics of the people, their language and culture.
Mick Jagger, that smell of paint in a new house, Smarties, smiling up at the brilliant Robbie Williams on stage, lovely doughnuts with the thick cream, meeting the royal family, crosswords.
British.
It’s that stupid accent my mother would always try to mimic to impress us. We knew she wasn’t educated, but she tried to make us think she was. Always. We hated it.
British is also a few drinks in a local pub, lane swimming, tucking into Fish and Chips, bowler hats, smart suits, the Pin Stripe, wearing high heels and English men with big golf umbrellas in the rain.
cute boys, London, England, accents, style, museums, history, airplanes, love, blonde
british are so stiff-upper lip and pukka sahib, with those sticks tucked under their arms. they try to rule the world with chins stuck in. england is something else again-green and poetic. i prefer it. so did keats
Knuts neue Kaffeemaschine ist very british. Wir haben sie nach fachkundiger Beratung im Media-Markt erstanden, wobei nicht ganz klar war, wer wen ber
What Madonna isn’t.
The british are coming! Too obvious. British Columbia, british tea, british empire, old men in white hats, red uniforms, monocles, an wrap around mustaches.
I wish I had a British accent. Then I could say things like “fuck off, you dirty, dirty wanker!” and sound really eloquent. I am jealous.
The pub is a very British icon.
the british are not the same as the english, as in green england, this sceptered isle, of keats and virginia woolf and orwell and, of course, shakespeasre. britain is stiff upper lip.
the accent, everyone finds it so charming but all I hear is the rape of land, the oppression of people in the name of some whiteman’s burden. everytime my co-worker says “hello love” I think about Rudyard Kipling writing wild jungle books to prove, just prove how very perfect the british are.
Well I do like the british quite a lot I have a lot of friends from England and I used to date a guy from Newcastle.
England is one of those countries that I want to visit. I think the landscape there is very beautiful, and despite the fact that everyone says it rains there so much, I only think that’s some bad rumor…an I want to figure this our for myself.
A sect of people, population of britain. Charming people. Pleasing accent. Crooked teeth. Very witty.
I have a good friend who is British. She’s a cyber friend. I just spent all night emailing back and forth with her. I wonder if we ever meet if we will even like each other. Best not to tempt fate, my mother used to say.
british were the last to rule over india. i love british accent. british newspapers are rags, most of them anyway. once in a while something good happens in britain but its not enough for me to want to settle there. i love chelsea which is british
BRITISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WIN!!!!!
<3
Being British is about being mixed up. Repressed, but confident. Nationalistic, but not racist. Accepting of everyones viewpointsm but intolerant of just about everything. Oh, and grumpy!
British is the navy, sailing, the old colonies, getting rum and sugar from the West Indies, drinking Pina Colado, raining, shopping in the rain, golf courses, the royal family is on walkabout in Victoria. Do I bow or curtsey?
I know nothing about the british. I know my children sometimes talk with a british accent. ??? I have no idea why and I call them on it all the time. My dad was a big Beatles fan. I know all their songs.
British is maritime, the oxford races, silk stockings, the Yanks, going to America, window shopping in Oxford Street, a week-end in busy New york, visiting the Kennedy homes in 2010 would be a wonderful experience.
British is Brucie, Jack Dee, going on stage to sing another karaoke song, my favourite, “Big Spender” sets the whole room cheering, then Alex comes on to sing, “All Shook Up”, a classic Elvis hit from Mr lip curler.
British is Tetley Tea, the little corner cafe, trips to the seaside, Punk Rockers, Top of The Pops, going to the races, The Grand Prix, The Royal Family, The Queen’s Jubilee, the clocks going back, forwards.
Posh accents or do you speak like a Cockney?
If you were born within Bow Bells, eating Jelly and Eels, Fish and Chips every Friday, going to school in the sixties, a sixties baby, at the same time as JFK. Magic!
ive learned about the british in my school
about how they tryed and tryed but were defeated
sorry, maybe another day/.
British is private parties, the perfect fringe, the school prefect, staying after school, “I don’t like Mondays”. The British weather, hot cross buns, going to church, reading the bible, work mates, going to lunch.
British is buying records in the sixties, the mini skirt, getting a job on a boeing 747, eating cheese and cucumber sandwiches, a bacon sandwich and coffee before work.
British is Cadburys Milk Tray, feeding the lions at London Zoo, wearing perfume, shopping at Ridley Road Market, the market traders shouting to get a pound of potatoes for 50p.
British is the blonde look, blonde hair, going blonde, a bit of blonde, jazz up your hair, squeeze in a bit of blonde, the Marilyn Monroe look – complete with the pout and the black beauty mark. Go blonde!
British is the blonde look. Madonna dancing on stage jumps across two tables. People fall to one side as Madonna launches into “Material Girl” flanked by a dozen hunks.
British is Paddington Bear, James Bond in a Tux, the car chase across crowded Camden Town, tourists zoom in with their Japanese cameras, Pierce Brosnan emerging from a door way bumps into Daniel Craig!