For those wondering about the street featured in the picture at the head of this blog, it is a mews. It isn’t our street, but it’s just a few blocks from our house. A mews, for the uninitiated, is an old style street, very common in London, which used to serve as the back alley for fancy houses to keep their stables and servants. Now, of course, these quiet, stone streets are some of the most desirable areas in town.
Archive for August, 2008
Here in London, there seems to be an unspoken rule: if you’re blond, you must dye your hair dark; if you’re dark-haired, you must dye it blond. The roots must be clearly visible. An exception to the rule is if you’re Indian, in which case your hair must be dyed red.
So, it turns out that we live in a bit of a chuchi neighborhood. You know– Ferraris and Maseratis on the street. S says to mention that we’re just a short walk away from the residences of Winston Churchill, Virginia Woolf, and Lady Diana. To put it in a New York perspective, as far as I can tell, we’re living on the Upper West Side, right by Central Park.
I’ve been living in England for two weeks, and the following are the three things that have most delighted me so far:
1) The British are particular enough to give a minute-long discourse on how to properly pronounce and spell their names, complete with an explanation of why other spellings and pronunciations are deficient.
2) Eating is not prohibited on the bus, but patrons are politely reminded, “Let’s not eat smelly food.”
3) There is a wide variety of honorifics available to Britons– I was permitted recently to declare myself the Duchess on my supermarket points-earning card.