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British Stereotypes – Fact or Fiction?

I realised how British I am recently when I had (minor) surgery and was too polite to tell the doctor the anaesthetic hadn’t worked.


I didn’t want to worry her, and anyway, the automatic Brit response to any question is, “Fine, thanks.” or “Oh yes, lovely!”

For example:

Crying with pain at a massage, probably while wearing a Victorian-style bathing suit because good old British sexual repression

Masseuse: “Is the pressure okay?”

Brit: “Oh yes, lovely!”

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Two Brits in a restaurant

Brit 1: “There is an actual pube in my meal, under the mould.”

Brit 2: “Oh my god, you should complain!”

Brit 1: “I know. It’s disgusting.”

Waitress: “Hello! Is everything okay with your meal?”

Brits in unison: “Fine, thanks!”

In fact, there’s an entire Fawlty Towers episode based on the premise that Brits are unable to complain, in contrast with Americans. It’s 103% accurate.

But what about other stereotypes? Do we deserve them or not? I should probably put some sort of disclaimer that I don’t represent all Brits but this is my blog, and here I am King.

We’re Obsessed With Tea?

As this example of English gangsta rap explains:

“We’re not allowed to carry guns

As a result no-one gets killed

We can drink beer at eighteen

We love to drink those mothers chilled

But if you come over to England then I’m sure you will see

That even beer can’t compare to some motherfucking tea.”


It’s not true that all of us drink tea constantly. Some of us do, for sure. My ex-boss Ivor (of ‘Rubber Duck Fetish’ fame) drank it pretty constantly. My nan drank it constantly when she wasn’t knitting or trying to determine if the handyman was “ambidextrous“. But I only have a few cups of tea a week, and I’d say only about half my current colleagues drink tea regularly.

But any Brit you ask will have an opinion on whether the milk should be put in before or after the water. This debate is so serious, in fact, that a scientist at Loughborough University carried out a rigorous study and determined that the milk should be put in first, or uneven heating denatures the casein which is detrimental to the taste. Douglas Adams, author of the HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY TRILOGY OF FIVE agreed. So that’s settled, and anybody who tells you to put the milk in last is wrong.

Conclusion: Fair cop. Any country using university funds to settle a debate about milk application can fairly be accused of a tea obsession.

We Speak Like the Queen and/or the Cast of Downton Abbey

When I tell people which part of London I’m from, their reaction is usually (I paraphrase): “Really? You don’t sound like scum.”




It’s true. I don’t sound scum, now. I most certainly sounded like scum until I realised I’d quite like to enter gainful employment and not be on first name terms with the local probation officers, unlike most of the people I went to school with.

But if I come face-to-face with a fellow Sahf Londoner, I will immediately break into Scum-English and be all:

Them: “Yo man, you know the PFC [a cheap version of KFC, because we’re not made of money in Lewisham and KFC is over £2 a portion] shop round here?”

Me: “Nah, bruv. Got shut down when that bludclot was murdered for teething a wing, innit?”

Them: “Allow it, man. I’m linking wiv my mandem there.”

Me: “Aw, shit. Try Kebabbies down Catford ends. They open again now they took that rat outta the deep fryer.”

Them: “Banging. Safe, blud, safe.”

–Fellow Lewishamer walks off. Human from my office approaches–

Office person: “Anna? Is that you?”

Me: “Why, hello Sebastian. One is looking rather dashing this good morn. Shall we partake of a panini and Frappuchino at the nearest artisan coffee establishment?”

Conclusion: Sorry, no. There are more of us speaking Scum-English than speaking Queen’s English. And even I, who’ve mostly trained myself to speak Home Counties English, am still told off regularly by my mother when I drop the T in “water”, or lapse into “Innits” when I’m tired.

Our Dental Hygiene and Appearance Leaves A Lot To Be Desired

The extent of water flouridation in tap water in the UK is much lower than in the US and New Zealand. I can’t be bothered to find out if this is because of UK people who believe blogs called EVERYTHING IS TRYING TO KILL YOU OMG OMG or other reasons. I also can’t be bothered to look into other countries. I only claim to be 103% accurate at horoscopes, not facts.

If you watch Jeremy Kyle [our version of Jerry Springer], you will conclude that a Brit’s trip to a dentist consists of:

Dentist: “How is everything?”

Brit: “Fine, thanks!”

Dentist: “Lovely! See you in six months.”

Brit: “Although I am pregnant by my boyfriend’s brother, who’s also his prison officer, and I don’t know what to tell him when he gets out in two months because his sentence for murdering my mother after she slept with his daughter is finishing.”




What’s really amazing is that these people are usually on Jeremy Kyle for some kind of love triangle, which suggests that at least one human in the world has found them sexually attractive. I’m all for a world in which appearances don’t matter but… dear lord, I don’t want a partner who’d sever an artery with a misaligned canine during foreplay.

On the other hand, I’m from Lewisham and even I wouldn’t go on Jeremy Kyle, so I’m pretty sure the guests on there are grown in labs and aren’t actually bona fide Brits.

My teeth? It’s a mixed bag. They’re so healthy that I’ve never needed any dental treatment – every six months I get a clean and polish (anybody else love the pink mouthwash?) and sent on my way with a smiley face sticker from the hygienist.

On the other hand, I have such crippling anxiety–probably from permanent spinal injuries from my massage therapist and the stress of not everybody understanding the scientific fact that the milk should go in first–that I grind my teeth all night while I sleep. So hard that I broke two of them. I now sleep with a mouthguard like some kind of really lazy hockey player.

Conclusion: I’ve only met one person in real life with Jeremy-Kyle-esque teeth, and she had a medical condition, so nope – this is going in the ‘false’ bin.

Queuing is a National Sport

When I was in my late teens – that magical time when we are carefree, rebellious, anarchistic, defying society – I got a train to college.

By my third day of commuting I had scoped the precise space on the platform at which the sixth pair of doors opened. I identified a mark on the platform where I could place the third toe of my left foot so when the train stopped and the doors slid open, I would be at the head of the queue to enter the train and claim my desired seat.

This worked for the two years during which I attended college. Success.

Bus stops are more complicated. Buses don’t stop at the precise same spot each time. The difference can be up to 116ft 20in if three buses are at the stop at the same time, which is fairly common in busy areas of cities. But Brits handle this, because We Know Queues. No matter how many people arrive at the stop and take up seemingly-random positions, we will all melt at once into a perfect queue at the sight of a bus. At the front are the elderly and infirm, starting with the one who arrived first. Behind are all the able-bodied, also arranged first-come-first-served.

Queuing etiquette is strict.

One must join the end of the current queue, no matter how bizarrely the people in front have chosen to queue. 70ft from the desired object? It was their choice – suck it up and stand behind them. Even if it means you’re standing in the middle of road with articulated lorries swerving around you.

One must not stand near the queue if one is not in the queue. Nobody knows quite what you’re playing at and if we need to tut to indicate that you’re not queuing correctly.

If there is a queue behind one, one must complete one’s transaction at the desired object POST HASTE. No dilly-dallying. If delays are caused out of your control – for example, a cashier at a shop has run out of change and is seeking aid from a colleague – you should half-turn to the queue and shrug with a sheepish smile so they know it’s out of your hands.


We do get queue-jumpers.

I’m not going to bring the tone of this blog down by describing them.

Conclusion: You got us. Even the wildlife knows the rules.


Have I missed any stereotypes that you want confirmed or debunked?


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29 thoughts on “British Stereotypes – Fact or Fiction?

  1. I think it’s because there’s so many of us living in such a small space that empathy for everyone else is drilled into us from birth.

    I once had a taxi driver drop me off at completely the wrong place.

    I thanked him, paid with a large tip, and then waited outside the door to someone else’s house, pretending to look for my keys so I could wait until he drove off before walking the extra half of a mile home.

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    1. Oh, that is so British!

      Especially as it’s also obligatory that, when a cabbie asks you, “Where do you want me to stop?” you say “Oh, anywhere around there” even if you have a precise spot in mind.

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      1. Earl Grey isn’t black tea? Now I’m really confused (and not British). I also can’t be British because I can’t do the funny accent.

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  2. I’m British (Yorkshire) & proud to be so!
    1. I always say things are ‘fine’, especially when they’re awful!
    2. I drink 7+ mugs of tea per day – and the milk HAS to go in FIRST!
    3. I can speak an inferior form of the Queen’s English (i.e. I’m not posh enough to speak it properly!) and can also speak a mild form of Yorkshire dialect.
    4. I collect smiley 6 monthly dentist stickers!
    5. I always follow queuing etiquette.
    6. If I have 3 or more pages to photocopy, I always suggest the next person goes in front of me as ‘I’m likely to be while getting mine done.’
    Hey, like I said, I’m British!

    Nice blog – and so true to life…my life! 🙂

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  3. The milk should definitely go in first, assuming of course that the tea is brewed separately. My ex-boss used to put boiling water and milk in his mug and put the teabag in afterwards! Sacrilege!!! I don’t work there anymore.

    My teeth are in pretty good shape, apart from the ones I’ve had removed lately because they fall apart. I forget they’re no longer there so chewing my food can result in a toothache in teeth I no longer have.

    People apologise for everything. Two people walking in opposite directions through a doorway will apologise to each other repeatedly. I’ve even heard people apologise to inanimate objects.

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    1. I apologise to inanimate objects. Just because a table can’t apologise back, that doesn’t mean you didn’t hurt its feelings.

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  4. Milk? In Tea?????? Never. Black, only black. Nae sugar. Ditto Coffee. Black. Nae sugar. But hey, I’m an ex-Yank living in Scotland. Fringe-y.

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  5. I have to come visit you someday because I wanna be the annoying American who does everything wrong, and you’ll have to drag me away from angry (but extremely polite) British folk. Plus, I wanna hear your Sahf London voice.

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  6. Sorry to bother you, but I have a tea question. I’m not British (although I apologise ALL THE TIME and tut when people don’t queue properly. That’s hard in France, because no one knows what a queue is, and no one notices when you tut), but I do have a UK passport and lived in Yorkshire for a while, so I guess I’m a bit of a Brit? Anyway – I had to learn to make tea properly is order to get my passport (or something like that), and I thought the milk only went in the mug first if you were brewing the tea in a pot. Otherwise, if you’re making it straight in the mug, the milk stops the tea brewing properly.

    Please help. I may have been brewing tea improperly for 19 years.

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    1. You’ll definitely get the best cup by brewing separately and pouring onto milk. When you brew it in a mug, the water cools when it mixes with the milk which means it’s at sub-optimum temperatures for brewing.

      But the taste is still better than putting the milk in last.

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  7. I agree with all of your post. I lived in Prague for four years and those flaming Czechs are horrible at queuing! It’s a positive free for all, the old ladies will trip you up with their canes, the wannabe models will try and swan in front of you, it’s a nightmare!

    As for accents, I dropped my god awful Brummie accent in favour of a rather posh Sussex one when I moved to Sussex. My American husband still complains about my dropping consonants though…

    I’m afraid I drink my tea without milk these days, but I’m a bit of a posh tart (see the move to Sussex above), and tend to drink fancy white teas and such which you don’t put milk in. 😛

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    1. Oooh Clipper white tea is excellent! I discovered it last year and was an instant fan.

      Countries without proper queuing etiquette stress me out. I spend the entire wait sweating and eyeing everybody to form the best strategy for getting my rightful place.

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      1. Yes!! You have to plan it out and eye everyone up, see who your main problems are going to be. Those little old ladies were downright vicious! One of them hooked her cane around a young guy’s ankle so he’d trip and she could shoot up the steps onto the tram.

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