One of my favourite sections of the Self-sufficientish forums is 101 Things, which currently has a thread on “You know you’re townie when…”
The thread really fired the imaginations of the Other Half and I as we’ve lived in both cities and the countryside.
We spent quite a long time over dinner remembering real moments that defined people as townies.
You know you’re a townie when:
- You’ve never seen a star.
- You think nothing of paying £4 for a pint of beer.
- Going to the Beach means trying the new club.
- You believe in Heaven - it’s the gay club down the road.
- The local park is nature and nature is best avoided after dark.
- You have several dozen home-delivery menus next to the phone.
- You’re suspicious when strangers smile at you.
- You’re on first name terms with the police at your local nick - as a victim of crime.
- You have the business cards of six detectives stuck to your fridge.
- You’re pleased when your suburb gets three mentions on Crimewatch for street robbery - house prices will be on the up because six months ago it was a murder and a race riot.
- You get the taxi to the gym.
- You spend £50 buying groceries - to take back to the office for lunch.
- Your door has two locks, a spyhole, a chain, a security camera and a multi-bolt mechanism that takes 10 minutes to de-activate.
- The horn button on your car is worn smooth.
- Your 4×4 has low-profile tyres.
- The only dirt to touch your hiking boots is dog dirt.
- Half a dozen flakes of snow fall and the whole place shuts down amid screaming panic.
- You complain about hosing down your garden - it’s a scrap of bitumen with a few pots.
- You work in an office, but after taking the tube, train or bus home you find you have black lines inside the collars and cuffs of your shirts.
- You keep £20 and a couple of cancelled credit cards in an old wallet for street robbers, then hide your real cash and credit cards in different pockets.
- Fashion matters.
- Sex is either a perfume or a band - but you can’t remember which.
- You keep half a brick in an odd sock under the bed.
- Your car has never been out of third gear.
- You’re on nodding terms with the flower lady at the bus stop - after five years.
- You see more of the flower lady than you do of your wife.
- You stand next to Elvis Costello at the urinal in a pub - and think nothing of it.
- A London specific one - you step over people when they collapse and die on the Tube. Saw this happen three times.
- Mercedes is the transexual in your local pub.
- Nobody talks to Mercedes, not because they’re bigoted but because s/he is a registered informer.
- You’re within walking distance of three Tescos, an Asda, a Sainsburys and a Morrisons - but they never have what you want.
- Despite being within walking distance of six supermarkets and a high street, you still drive to them - it’s cleaner and safer.
- When you meet your neighbour Derek at the station, you rush home and check the locks. He’s out on licence.
- You’re not surprised when you’re at the local playpark with your toddler and one of a group of teenagers pulls out a handgun to show his mates.
- As a foreigner in a street full of foreigners you still stand out as a member of a minority - you’re the only white person.
- On a dark night with the streetlights largely out, you can still tell whether the bloke on the other side of the street has a mobile phone, a knife, a gun or just a hand in his pocket.
- Phishin is something you do on the computer.
- Fresh air smells weird when you do go to the country.
- You believe the BBC is representative of Britain.
- You’re horrified to discover than eggs come out of chickens’ bums.
Any more?


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