brew | a British tradition

I’ve come across some weird, weird people lately.   People who have something seriously wrong with them.  Worries me y’know.  People who don’t understand ‘having a brew’.  What???  This is a serious matter guys, we live in England and you need to learn.  I’ve come across some even weirder people who say tea tastes like dishwater too – I don’t even know where to start with them.

Doesn’t it feel wrong to not be able to offer someone a brew though?  It’s a habit, like a kind of ritual or something.  Every single morning without fail, gotta have a brew.  In my fluffy dressing gown, obviously.  As soon as I get in from college, coffee refuel.  If I’m lucky my brother will have one waiting for me – got him well-trained I have.  Dad get’s home  – time for another.  Never too hot in England for a coffee.  4am when there’s 10 of you just got home drunk – oven chips and a brew are THE BEST idea.

I wonder how many hours of my life I’ve spent having a brew with people?  Looking at my mum and Saskia as the main culprits, ahem.  So yeah, I 100% fit the British stereotype, if you replace tea with coffee on around 65% of occasions.  I’ll just clarify to any non-Brits that ‘a brew’ doesn’t mean going through the whole fancy teabag stewing process every time – just a simple one does the trick.  Funny how we’re all for embracing the stereotypes sometimes but will do anything to avoid being stereotyped other times, isn’t it?  I can tell you for sure that England is not all quaint country cottages and posh accents and that lah-de-dah, but we live up to our tea drinking expectations.  And we complain about the weather all the time.  We’re not sarcastic AT ALL.  And say sorry lots, when someone bashes into us.  No wonder Bieber went to no.1.

In other news, I had my first history mock exam today and think it went ok-ish.  Then I had a brew and came home lol.  Exciting stuff to report!

lily kate x

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