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[doyle]

Waited for forty minutes in the rain for a bus and then two come at once.

Fought someone bodily for the last packet of butterscotch Angel Delight in the convenience store.
I've never used the phrase 'convenience store' either, FWIW...

Failed to find Last of the Summer Wine at all amusing. Or indeed, to have any point whatsoever.

Danced with delight the morning after a general election.

Shouted at Radio 4.

Bought Marks & Spencer's underwear.

Made bubble and squeak.

Complained about the weather.

Stood in the doorway or by the window gazing out at rain/snow/hail as though it were a new phenomenon.

Tried to use a public loo and been forced to walk out again and cross your legs till you got home due to sheer disgustingness of same.

Had a Hornby train set.

Said 'ah well, mustn't grumble'.

Honestly believed that Marmite is an actual foodstuff.
God, no. *shudder*. And I read a fic where Marmite was used as lube. ?!$%"! Do you know how much can sting just your *mouth*?!

Thought that cider was a girlie drink and only realised the error the day after, when that whole hideous karaoke striptease incident comes flooding back and you realise you're wearing someone else's pants.

Made Heath Robinson-esque sculptures out of Meccano.

Used leaf tea, warmed the teapot, and put the milk in last.

Been taken to 'The Nutcracker' as a Christmas treat.

Taken ballet lessons.

Been to a panto.
Yes. It was a Care Bears one. My mother had to take me out after ten minutes because there were GIANT PASTEL-COLOURED BEARS! Roaming around trying to lure children into a false sense of security!And how was I to know they were people in bear costumes? I was four, this kind of adult chicanery was beyond me. Some kids were taken on stage to do magic tricks or something, and led off via backstage. I was convinced the Care Bears were eating them and cackling over their bones.

Read Noddy books as a child.

Had riding lessons and joined the Pony Club.

Watched 'Blue Peter' twice a week, every week, for at least five years.

Know that 'Dr Who' had an existence prior to his incarnation as Tom Baker.

Consider 'Blake's 7' the apotheosis of British TV science fiction.

Had nits.

Seen a performance by Morris Dancers.

Been to the Glastonbury festival.

Said 'bollocks' a lot.

Played on an old Second World War bombsite as a child.

Had a father/grandfather who fought in the War but never talked about it.

Know that the Second World War started in 1939, not 1941.

Have parents/grandparents who remember the Blitz and rationing.

Been hunt sabbing.

Played in a children's playground floored with SOLID CONCRETE!

Been stuck on the Tube for more than 20 minutes for no reason that is ever divulged to anyone.

Gone Christmas shopping in Harrods/Selfridges.

Bought the Big Issue.

Given old clothes/books/stuff to Oxfam.

Been to France on a school trip.
I went to cheap school. Our school trip was to Llandudno in Wales.

Made a crown for a nativity play with old-style Rowntree's Fruit Gums.
I've never been in or seen a nativity play. My primary school thought they were satanic or something.

Made anything from a Blue Peter programme. (Bonus points if you attempted the comedy Christmas Wreath using M&S food bags.)

Carry an umbrella for more than three hundred days a year.

Had a parent who stood, most embarrassingly, for local council elections.

Managed to live in the UK but not visit all of its constituent counties.
Counties or countries?

Been to a foreign supermarket and stocked up on Nutella to a ludicrous extent.

Been on a booze cruise to Calais.

Holidayed at the seaside every year and caught crabs in rockpools.

Consider 'Europe' a foreign country.

Were christened CofE, but have never been to church except for weddings, christenings and funerals.
Christened Presbyterian, was forced to go to church and Sunday School and bible club every week until I was twelve and started asking Difficult Questions, whereupon church leaders and my parents agreed that maybe they could just let me be a godless heathen.

Had a Sindy doll.
She lived in a shoebox with Barbie. One of them had a crewcut, but I forget which. (My mother wouldn't let me have a Ken doll. I think she rues it now.)

Remember 'Marathon', 'Opal Fruits', 'Jif' and 'Oil of Ulay'.
Yes! Stupid Snickers, Starburst, Gif and Oil of Olay.

Consider fish 'n' chips a basic food staple, not a Quaint British Novelty.

Had curry sauce on your chips.
Yes, but I didn't like it.

Don't celebrate St Patrick's Day. Still less call him 'St Pat', 'St Paddy' or, as I have seen today, 'St Patty'.

Never say "gotten"
I say it all the time...

Harbour fond memories for the Beano and Dandy

Was a Brownie and then a Girl Guide (I went to Brownies once. It was a scarring experience.)
I was in the Girls Brigade, which is sort of the Presbyterian paramilitary version. Lots of army drilling, scripture knowledge and learning how to bake so we'd be good wives *fumes* Left it when I was about 11 after being falsely accused of nicking somebody's money. I may or may not have engineered this situation because I hated the bloody place with passionate loathing but had been forced into it because my mum was in it till she was married. She was even an officer (oh, the shame)

Watched Hetty Wainthrope the first time it was shown and thought little Geoffrey was sweet.

Remember Kathy Gale (Honor Blackman) in the Avengers.

Get ALL the jokes in Monty Python.

In addition:

Remember the days when 'Top of the Pops' could make or break a popstar.

Travelled from one end of the country (let's say England) to the other in one day and called it a long but do-able journey.

Used a racist term and then paused, waiting for someone to come arrest you for being un-PC.

Cried when we lost the World Cup in football (that game with a round ball and two goals, NOT the American version of rugby).

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[stephanierb.livejournal.com]

Honestly believed that Marmite is an actual foodstuff.
God, no. *shudder*. And I read a fic where Marmite was used as lube. ?!$%"! Do you know how much can sting just your *mouth*?!

I was introduced to Marmite when I lived with cousins in England for a year. That stuff is nasty, and the thought that it was used as lube in a fic...that's just wrong.