I remember in London one time. Where an American tourist bumped into an English bloke.
It was clearly the Americans fault. He had stopped abruptly, the English bloke went to walk around him. When the American suddenly went left towards instead of carrying straight on. He wasn’t looking where he was going, and bumped into the other guy.
The English person said “oohhh sorry”.
And the American said rather aggressively “YOU NEED TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING”.

It was literally the Americans fault. But that’s where the British politeness ended.
“YOU ***** WALKED INTO ME YOU ***** ***HEAD, AND IF YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. I’LL ****** KNOCK YOUR TEETH OUT”

The American just stood there with his mouth opened looking shell shocked. Never said a word and put his head down and walked away fast.

And I think the misunderstanding the American had. Was that even though it was his fault, the other person apologised. Which I think the American saw as perhaps a weakness, and he could project his embarrassment at walking into someone in public. By shouting at someone who had apologised even though they weren’t the ones that caused it.
But misunderstanding basic British politeness for weakness.

Saying "Sorry" often does not mean you are admitting being wrong. It can be an expression of sympathy, or just a way to defuse a situation.

The food you thought were muffins are actually roast potatoes. In my opinion the finest food ever created.

We go to the public house ( the pub) to socialise with our family and other families We exchange ideas , hopes and opinions while having a drink and maybe something to eat. This is why the pubs will always be here, it’s part of our culture

#1 We British have the appearance of politeness. Inside we seeth, and when that reaches a threshold we'll kick you in the bollocks - in a very polite and proper  way.

Literally a few hours ago I had an American telling me the weather here is bad, five minutes after bringing up their tornado experience.  It might not be sunny all the time, but U.K. weather won't throw your house in the air.

I understand there are many people who would prefer it to be sunny and warm every day if the year, but I’m not one of them. Sure, there are times when we get too much rain, and times when we get too little, but most of the time our weather is balanced, giving us the chance to see nature in all its varied glory, from the saturated high contrast colours of unbroken summer sunshine to the dark brooding majesty of a heavy rain laden sky. Our country for the most part is green and we suffer less sun damaged prematurely aged skin than I believe is the case in America. Sorry, I went off on one a bit there. Just standing up for our unfairly maligned weather.

Although it is now 80 years ago, the queue was a constant during WW2, with food rationing etc. We Brits have grown up respecting queues.

"Standing in line" is an expression we usually wouldn't use in the UK. If we were to use it at all it would refer to standing in a line formation or "lining up", such as people would do in the armed forces or perhaps a dance troupe.

If you're waiting in a queue, then you're queueing. It's clear and unambiguous.

So in my village (a village of about 700 people in Mid Wales) has two pubs, and one of them has a barman who’s been there for 60 years, when it came to his most recent birthday about 20% of the village’s population came in to celebrate and buy him a pint… it’s strange the way I’d describe a good pub is like the comfiest house you’ve ever been in is completely dedicated to nice relaxed drink and (often) tasty food

The stereotype about British food was from US soldiers returning from being stationed here during the war.  What they didn't seem to understand or didn't pass on the information along with their opinion is that the UK had been under food rations for years during the war and importing was too difficult due to whole world at was and most of Europe under constant bombing.

Pub is literally short for public house. It is simply not a bar, although it has a bar. It is also not a restaurant although they usually serve food (usually on  a plate). It is a house. And therefor it is not weird to go every day and/or bring kids or a dog and you don´t need to drink alcohol.

One point that should point out to visitors how important pubs are…. In the USA you get directions by roads/streets/intersections, in England (and maybe the whole UK) we direct you by the pubs.
So you go down this street to the Shakespeare, then turn left and keep on the right to the lord nelson, if you reach the Richard iii you’ve gone the wrong way!

If you try and jump the queue here in the UK, you will be immediately told, " excuse me pal, but there's a queue here, get in it" !!

Having travelled quite a lot of the States I think you would be very surprised how much more diverse our small country is than your own.

Whilst watching this video I received a Facebook message from my brother who lives in Australia but is touring England at the moment and he was just letting me know that he and his wife will be in Nottingham where I live on Friday and the first thing he mentioned was going to a pub for a meal on Saturday. That's how much the pub is a focal point here.

When I have worked in Hospitality it was always the old and ancient that 'shocked' our American visitors most. I used to live in a cottage built in the 1750's and it was far from the oldest in the town. Comments such as, 'These (fully modernised and beautiful inside) ruins are inhabited!! They would be in a museum back in the States'  were commonly heard.  Or they would go through a normal Tudor black and white village or one with thatched cottages and think it to be a 'Living Museum'.  You would even see people trying to peer in people's living room windows thinking them to be exhibits!

It’s not so much respecting the queue but respecting each other…it’s normal and good manners.   I love queuing.

We do respect a queue. If you push in line you will be confronted with, “ hey, there’s a queue here’ with a dirty look. The queue is sacrosanct lol. The bad food thing I think came from American GIs in the Second World War when food was in short supply and rationed so although it was apparently the best diet, health wise, we’ve ever had, it was very bland.

This man literally just thought a roast potato was a muffin.
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