There are two types of Londoner. Born and bred. Or not. Those in the first category will tell you there’s only one type of Londoner. This is a harsh stance, I know: and for me it’s doubly ridiculous as I am the daughter of a Jamaican immigrant. Mum’s family on the other hand hail from Hoxton, Bethnal Green, Essex Road: now resident in Bognor Regis and Harrow. I have only ever lived in 3 postcodes, and for the first time ever I now live closer to a dual carriageway than a corner shop. When we moved into our posh new flat, the first thing my sister asked me was: ‘is it 020 8?’ ‘Yes, but it’s still SW2′ I snapped.
You pick this sort of crap up in the playground. A school playground. A London school playground. Although of course London school kids never think about being a Londoner for one nano-second. They know they are Londoners. Simply attending (or at least having your name on the register) of one of these excrutiatingly awful institutions is enough to qualify you, if not as a true BnBer, then at least as some sort of sub category. Although only a sub-category.
So if you want to blag it as a bona-fide BnBer then here’s a few top tips:
1) Starting with schools. Never (never ever never) say to a Londoner: ‘yes, well we love it here, but of course we wouldn’t dream of staying here when we have children.’ Get back to the shires! If I had a penny….seriously, we went to those schools, they WERE shit, but they never did us any harm, salt of the earth, what’s good for the goose… etc and besides, kids like smog. Asthma? We LOVE IT!
2) Don’t complain about how London is so unfriendly, you know, the way nobody ever speaks to anybody else when you only shop in supermarkets, live in a gated community in the ‘East End’ and ALWAYS travel to your job in the City wearing an i-Pod.
3) Don’t live in a ‘gated community’. We like them of course (keeps the rabble off the streets) but if you can find me a BnBer that lives in one of these monstrosities (that is not a council estate) I’ll eat my trilby cor blimey guv’nor I will.
4) Never cross the road at the crossing. Amble for as long as it is possible without getting hit by a car.
5) Don’t say: ‘Oh, I never go out in North/East/South/West London because North/East/South/West is best’. Parochial bigotry is a subtle art and while a Westie will always be a Westie, true BnB’ers see the whole city as their playground. This is really a terribly, terribly common mistake amongst arrivistes who are in over their heads and it helps sort wheat from chaf like a large combine harvester thresher type thingy (as a Londoner I’m afraid I simply can’t be more precise).
6) Do say: ‘that’s not Maida Vale, it’s The Chippenham’. If you’re going to be a parochial snob then get it right. Specificity is everything. (NB: These are not sub-categorical areas created by estate agents, but are invariably LESS posh than the district they are supplanting.)
7) Don’t refer to streets as the A23 or such like even when giving directions. Roads have names not numbers. If it doesn’t have a name then you’re not in London.
8) Do tell me to SOD OFF and get a life and/or a decent postcode. I deserve it.
1. Blurred yellow car!
2. Yellow Jack
3. ATM Box
4. Yellow lie
5. Sandwich Bar
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7. Fast food joint
8. Birthday cards
9. RTM

