Overheard from the Posh Mums of North London
In case you were ever wondering what you were missing by NOT being a posh mum in North London’s borough of Highgate, there is a Twitter account, @HighgateMums, that pulls the lid off of the conversation amongst the ladies who brunch.
Here are just a few gems:
* “Sweetheart, I don’t blame the Art teacher for scolding you. This piece is devastatingly lacklustre.”
* “My girl’s in the lowest tier, but I’m convinced she’s being used to be an aspirational focus for her less-abled classmates.”
* “Darling, don’t scrape your chair. It makes your presence over-known.”
* “School hours are designed for the convenience of the teachers and pupils and frankly nobody else. Nobody else AT ALL.”
* “Her first words were ‘shoes’ and ‘brioche’.”
* “I know she’s mine, but she’s an appalling painter. Her use of greens is one of the few saving graces.”
Can anyone in Britain make a sandwich?
What happens when a British daily newspaper puts this on their front cover?
Sandwichgate 2014! Just look at the flood of responses on Twitter! And the answer is … well, see for yourself!
Very British Problems: The Book
I’ve blogged many times before about my pure unadulterated love for Very British Problems, the Twitter feed.
Now, Rob Temple has rolled out a book, elaborating on their concept beyond the 140 character limit. Chapters include “Repressing One’s Rage,” “Waiter Woes” and “Pavement Pitfalls” — the kinds of real world scenarios that are way too familiar for most of Brits and those sympathizers with British sensibilities. A perfect stocking stuffer!
Eye of Sauron in London
30 Very British Problems
I’ve blogged before about my love for Very British Problems on Twitter. Buzzfeed has compiled the top 30 Very British Problems.
I’m particularly prone to #8, #15 and #18. How about you?
Very British problems
I’m partial to British problems (you know, these kinds of afflictions), so was pleased to hear about the @SoVeryBritish Twitter feed, chalk-filled with goodies like …
“Assuring your hairdresser the water temperature is fine, despite a strong suspicion your scalp is beginning to melt.”
“Speeding up to pass a pavement hog, then feeling you must keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until at least a mile away”
“The shock of lifting an index finger from the steering wheel to thank a fellow driver and not receiving an acknowledgment finger in return.”
Read the feed and add one of your own here!
Thanks, Vicki, for the tip!