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[hathycol]

1. Waited for forty minutes in the rain for a bus and then two come at once. Oh yeah.
2. Fought someone bodily for the last packet of butterscotch Angel Delight in the convenience store.
3. Failed to find Last of the Summer Wine at all amusing.
4. Danced with delight the morning after a general election.
5. Shouted at Radio 4.
6. Bought Marks & Spencer's underwear.
7. Made bubble and squeak.
8. Complained about the weather.
9. Stood in the doorway or by the window gazing out at rain/snow/hail as though it were a new phenomenon.
10. Tried to use a public loo and been forced to walk out again and cross your legs till you got home due to the sheer disgustingness. (The amount I've just had there is scary.)
11. Had a Hornby train set.
12. Said 'ah well, mustn't grumble'.
13. Honestly believed that Marmite is an actual foodstuff. (And I love it.)
14. 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.
15. Made Heath Robinson-esque sculptures out of Meccano.
16. Used leaf tea, warmed the teapot, and put the milk in last.
17. Been taken to 'The Nutcracker' as a Christmas treat.
18. Taken ballet lessons.
19. Been to a panto.
20. Read Noddy books as a child.
21. Had riding lessons and joined the Pony Club.
22. Watched 'Blue Peter' twice a week, every week, for at least five years.
23. Know that 'Dr Who' had an existence prior to his incarnation as Tom Baker. (No shit, Sherlock.)
24. Consider 'Blake's 7' the apotheosis of British TV science fiction. (Not really, but I should watch it. It's like Firefly British pedecessor.)
25. Had nits.
26. Seen a performance by Morris Dancers.
27. Been to the Glastonbury festival.
28. Said 'bollocks' a lot.
29. Played on an old Second World War bombsite as a child. (Didn't know I was until the Council sold it five years later and they found an enexploded bomb.)
30. Had a father/grandfather who fought in the War. (Paternal grandfather liberated Auschwitz.)
31. Know that the Second World War started in 1939, not 1941.
32. Have parents/grandparents who remember the Blitz and rationing. (None living.)
33. Been hunt sabbing.
34. Played in a children's playground floored with SOLID CONCRETE!
35. Been stuck on the Tube for more than 20 minutes for no reason that is ever divulged to anyone.
36. Gone Christmas shopping in Harrods/Selfridges.
37. Bought the Big Issue.
38. Given old clothes/books/stuff to Oxfam.
39. Been to France on a school trip.
40. Made a crown for a nativity play with old-style Rowntree's Fruit Gums.
41. Made anything from a Blue Peter programme.
42. Carry an umbrella for more than three hundred days a year.
43. Had a parent who stood, most embarrassingly, for local council elections.
44. Managed to live in the UK but not visit all of its constituent counties.
45. Been to a foreign supermarket and stocked up on Nutella to a ludicrous extent.
46. Been on a booze cruise to Calais.
47. Holidayed at the seaside and caught fish in rockpools.
48. Consider Europe a foreign country.
49. Were christened C of E, but never go to church except for at Christmas, Easter, weddings and funerals. (Converted to RC when I was 10 cos Dad insisted.)
50. Had a Sindy doll.
51. Remember 'Opal Fruits', 'Jif' and 'Oil of Ulay'.
52. Consider fish 'n' chips a basic food staple, not a Quaint British Novelty.
53. Had curry sauce on your chips.
54. Don't celebrate St Patrick's Day.
55. Never say "gotten".
56. Harbour fond memories for the Beano and Dandy before they got crap.
57. Was a Brownie.
58. Remember Kathy Gale (Honor Blackman) in the Avengers.
59. Get ALL the jokes in Monty Python.
60. Remember the days when 'Top of the Pops' could make or break a popstar.
61. Travelled from one end of the country to the other in one day and called it a long but do-able journey.
62. Used a racist term and then paused, waiting for someone to come arrest you for being un-PC
63. Cried when we lost the World Cup in football.

I am so British I scare myself.

Today, I have been trying to revise, I promise. Instead, I drove to Ormskirk, bought Becky Y's birthday present, came home, ate dinner, did two hours revising in the garden that was not, in fact, solid work, more five minutes work and fifteen Just Thinking, and now I am on the computer.

I am so fucking lazy but seriously, I have one exam left that I need to care bout, and another exam that I need bit a few points in. I horribly jealous of all those who've already finished (madness!) but have nothing but sympathy for the drama and politics students who have longer, drawn-out suffering.

The only useful thing I've been doing is sorting out new_who's memories and getting irationally angry because people think they can ban comments on a post, which makes it a million times more difficult to sort out the memories. However, I think it would be wanky to put a post in the community saying something to this effect, so instead I have to arse around, all for a one-line post which has a link to something about a convention. It takes about half an hour a day to do the memories (and let me tell you, I'm glad it's amchau who does the reviews memories), and it really is a labour of love, but people don't make it easy. I will never say this in the comm because it is wanky and wrong and will paint me as Teh Ebil Mod who is all dictatorial and mean, as opposed to the Divine Angel of Justice, beating down a flamers. It's a thin line. Bah.

And now, a sandwich. Then, Piaget. In the course of my revision, I have gone mad. The only thing I hought when I read about David Crystal was "isn't that the one Hannah's English teacher has a thing for?"

Madness, I tell you. On the bright side, I slept for twelve hours last night. That was fun.

~Hathy_Col~