Mildly thrilled to announce my new book: A Very British Midlife Crisis - A Survival Guide to the Best Years of Your Life (by me, Rob Temple, creator of Very British Problems). Out in Autumn but available to pre-order now.
@lana_burner Indeed. My sister accessed London media life with no connections in the 90s, all the way from Peterborough! As did I in the late-2000s. It’s just funny how the media tends to think everyone in the country did that (or even wanted to).
The Times has done an article about what it was like to live in the 90s, where the journalist does things like goes to the Groucho Club and talks to someone who worked at The Face. That is very much not the 90s that 99.9% of people lived in 😂
@MartinBecker14 I was making the lighthearted observation that people tend to have fun in their 20s regardless of the place or decade, a thought in-keeping with my original thoughts about (and in the spirit of) the Times article. I’m not sure how you’ve taken so much offence at that.
I mean, I was maximum 17 in the 90s, but what I remember of my Dad was him going to the office in Peterborough every day and then coming home for his tea then watching telly until bedtime.
The media would have us believe that most people in Britain spent the 90s hanging out with Liam and Noel, living in Primrose Hill, and working at Loaded.
@Futurewor1d I guess it can be fiddly in some places, but this morning I asked for “a medium black coffee with some milk on the side” and the person behind the till said ok and then gave it to me. Some of the sitcoms I see I swear the comedians are just making the issues up in their heads.
Happy UK publication day to the lovely @RobTemple101! 🥳Today A VERY BRITISH CHRISTMAS publishes in hardback and VERY BRITISH PROBLEMS CHRISTMAS QUIZ BOOK is out in paperback!🎄@SoVeryBritish
I was just in the queue in a small local shop when a lady burst through the door and shouted towards the till - from the doorway! - “SORRY, DO YOU SELL VICTORIA SPONGE CAKE?!”
The cashier replied, “No.” The lady yelled, “THEY DON’T SELL IT!” back to someone waiting outside, then dashed out of the door as quickly as she came.
I’ve never witnessed a more British emergency.
I got in a lift today on the fourth floor. An elderly gentleman was already in there by the buttons, the ground floor button already pressed.
‘All aboard,’ he said as I stepped in, then asked, ‘Where to, sir?’ I replied, ‘Two, please.’ He pressed the two button and said, ‘Good choice.’
It was all quite silly, but it made me smile. I’d like to be a bit more like that sometimes.