Tea Ettiquette in Ireland and the UK

zoom

lykuh:

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” 
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

(via youwere-madetoberuled)

zoom

MY TIRED, SCARRED, CYNICAL, EUROVISION-LOVING HEART RESTS IN YOUR HANDS, BOYS.

(via successfulfailure-deactivated20)

zoom

(via grizzlytales)

zoom

-cityoflove:

Tintagel Castle, England

zoom

(via nnalrehs)

A British Superman?! It’s bad enough that James Bond is British! Superman is American! His name is SuperMAN not Smashing Gent. And let’s remember…let’s remember his spaceship crash landed in Smallville, Kansas not Uppington-Upon-Tweed-Wee-Chestershire. For God’s sake! The man gets his power from the sun. How could he be British? They don’t have a sun. They’re misplaced lifeforms. And what’s Superman gonna do? Fly up to the roof tops to sweep yer chimney, Guvna? ‘Here, Miss, I can use me x-ray vision to tell you what’s in that Sheppard’s pie. Blimey! It’s bits of Sheppard.’ Superman stands for truth, justice, and the American way. Which means flying on the right side of the road. So, British people, if you want a superhero of your own, try something more in line with your strengths. Like Alfred. He’s got a British accent and he does everything the rich American tells him to. That’s something you can relate to. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Take that, 2006.