Proud to be a Brit

I finally watched the Queen’s speech a few hours late. Missed watching the speech on time and eating the Roast with the family. Not being home for Christmas day was horrible as always but that’s the trial of being an expat.

On another note, it is not often that us Brits are nationalistic (unless they are a member of UKIP or whatever that hateful group are called), but 2012 was the year to be proud of being British. I was home for the Olympics and I was in complete shock at the kindness, niceness and all round cool Britishness everywhere. It was an amazing time and my family and I were fortunate to see two events and feel the atmosphere especially when Usain Bolt and Mo Farrah got gold in front of us.


When you are an expat you are more nationalistic than when you are at home, but I think the events this year brought us together like no other and hopefully it will stay with us for a long time.

For your viewing pleasure, here is the Queen’s Christmas Day speech 2012 and if you didn’t see her jump out of a helicopter, youtube it now! .

Chavs and British people.

I mentioned today in a tweet that a certain hotel on Beach Road was full of chavs whilst i was there. Why did I say that? Well as i was strolling around the hotel, a lot of the people were dressed like chavs, talking like chavs or actling like chavs. The main one was this obsese woman in tight short clothes talking to the valet guys about wanting to go watch the england game in a really nasal southern england accent.

Now if my mates from Medway, especially Chatham read that, they would know where I was coming from. But one woman on twitter decided to start ranting – how did i know they were english, how dare i say that about the english, etc. She also stated that “I wouldn’t say the same about my own people. She was then advised that i was British by some other tweeters, so before i could respond I was ignorant, unpatriotic and pathetic. (I was also an evil bitch, but I digress).

My argument was I was observing like I normally do. People make comments on FB and Twitter or generally in public and thats all it is. You can either read it and laugh or ignore but to start being abusive is just ridiculous.

Supposedly I’m a chav hating person. Not really love, I just come from the great town of Chatham where the chav culture really started. ( culture started in the late 80s and it’s something we have seen down Chatham High Street and Chatham Railway station grow to be part of global culture. Even WIkipedia refers to Chatham and chav! (

My family and friends all went to school in Rochester (the posh town (used to be a city!) next door). We were snobs, I put my hands up. We were going to “proper schools”, not wearing white trainers and were being bloody wimps! Those chavs were bloody scary in their kappa gear with baby sham in their hands. They still are.

You see the “chavs” now and the way people behave and they are nothing compared to the originals in Chatham. They have evolved. The cars are beemers rather than Ford Escorts. They can afford the proper designer Burberry stuff and they have role models on tv. I believe some people are not trying to be chavs but just talk with that nasal accent (you know what i mean) and dress in clothes which are too tight/short/shite. Those type of people we now refer to chavs or chavvy.

It might be derogatory to some, but at the end of the day I write what I see and hear. Obviously people don’t like it but then you can’t please everyone.

The problem with being British is that we are now living in a minefield of political correctness. Say one word wrong and someone has to start ranting at you.

The other major issue are the minority British expats who a need to go on about being British and pointing out to others when they are not up to their British standards. I wonder who decides who is more British. Are they more British if they only eat British food, watch British tv and not integrate with the local society?

I’m British – born and bred. I talk like a British person (ok a southern fairy) and swear like one. I grew up on the BBC and know my cheddars from Stilton (yuck!). I may have a beautiful tan but does that make me less British??  I’m guessing that because I am open to exploring other cultures and mixing with different nationalities that I am less “British” than others.

At the end of the day we have to accept that the line of correctness is blurred and that if you don’t like what certain people do or say you should just hang out with people of your own classiness. On that note I’m off to unfollow those unclassy people…