10 Ways to Know You're a Brit at Heart

We can't all be British. Yes, some of us love our British telly, are dotty for real football players—especially when they look like David Beckham—and actors like Benedict can grab our Cumberbatch anytime, but that doesn't make us True Brits. True Brits know teddibly, teddibly brilliant British-y things. Like the fact that being married to a prince doesn't mean we call Kate Middleton, Princess Kate. Her Royal Highness is actually a duchess. And William? He's not just a prince, he's a duke. Somehow that's even better than being an ordinary Royal type prince. Don't worry, even True Brits don't know exactly why.

But you might be a Brit at heart if :


You know PG Tips aren't pointers on your golf game.

You know pasties are a kind of pie, not something that would make the Queen blush.

When the flags start waving on the fourth of July, you pour one out for King George.

You know a cock-up is just another way of saying snafu. Unless you're a wanker.

You know minding the GAP won't get you a new pair of chinos.

When your best friend is getting married, you have to throw her a hen party. It's what chicks do.

You know a tosser is an idiot, not the guy in charge of emptying the trash rubbish. He's also a wanker, but never mind.

You know BBC America isn't actually the English Channel.

When it comes to the red, white and blue, you prefer the Union Jack.

You'd never confuse a Londoner with someone from down under.



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Are you a Brit at heart too? Do me a favour and tell me why in the comments section. Ta!
I'm a British passport holding, Green Card carrying, American girl woman.
You'll find this post and more on my love of my home country under the State of Britain



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