I'm Loving British Vocab
We're 6 months in to this 2 year adventure. Can you believe it? 25% finished. Time has really flown by! I'm fascinated by how different our lives are in Britain vs. the Midwest, and how quickly we've adapted to this new lifestyle. Everything from driving on the other side of the road and tackling roundabouts like old pros to cooking with different spices and living simply. No TV, shopping sprees, or fancy kitchen gadgets. Bare walls, boring Ikea furniture, and TONS of tea. I left my bulky acrylic paints and canvases back in the States in favor of more travel-friendly watercolors. Some of our new routines and traditions will surely come home with us (TEA!), and I hope to God we can continue using British vocab Stateside.
Below is a roundup of some of my favorites so far (American translation in parentheses). And the video above is a funny clip of British vs. American slang on the Ellen Show.
Nutter (crazy person)
Chav (white trash)
Knackered (tired, exhausted)
Ice lolly (popsicle)
Queue (line) This word is used constantly.
Ts & Cs (terms & conditions)
Fancy (like/enjoy) I didn't fancy that wine.
Kip (nap) I fancy a kip.
Stag Do/Hen Do (bachelor/bachelorette party) Often listed as prohibited in Airbnb listings.
Fussed (bothered) "I'm not fussed" is a typical response when asked for your preference
Bits n bobs (various things)
Bin (garbage can)
Tenner/Fiver (ten or five pound note)
Trolley (shopping cart)
Bloody Hell (damn it)
Sorted (figured out/squared away/solved)
Y'alright? (general greeting) No one says, "Hi, how are you?"
Mate (friend) Hey Mate, blah blah blah... or I'm meeting my mates at blah blah blah
And finally, "posh" - I am on a quest to figure out what this word means. I've gathered it has multiple uses and generally means wealthy/fancy, but some use it derisively and others boastfully. London neighborhoods are often described to me as "very posh," but a friend recently assured me that her holiday in the Algarve region of Portugal was not posh. If you are British, or a transplant, or know the answer, enlighten me!!!
I am decidedly not posh, since my daily uniform consists of holey jeans and an over-sized men's sweater from Scotland. And, in case you need even more of a visual, my skin tone is so pasty from lack of sun that it's almost the same shade as the sweater, and coincidentally, the walls in our house. So if you have the pleasure of FaceTimeing with me in the near future, you may need to look carefully to pick out my brown eyeballs from the camouflage that is my life.