Your lot, monthly,
and familiarity
without the plane ride.
Six years in.
You've stopped saying "bit of a faff."
It crept up quietly. The vowels softened. "Y'all" slipped in. You started defending Marmite to Americans who'd never tried it. Somewhere along the way, the people who'd get the joke without you having to explain it stopped being in the room.
Tables of 5–8 · Two minutes to apply · By application
I'm a Kiwi. I built Franzus Social recently — a dinner club for Aussies and Kiwis in the US.
Then the British applications started coming in. Sometimes apologetically. Often not. Same need. Different vocabulary.
Putting a Brit at our table would have been the wrong table. Close, but not it. So we built one. Blighty Social. A monthly dinner club for Brits in the US. No networking. No name tags. No dickheads. Just a small table of people who already get the shorthand, in a good restaurant, once a month, every month.
Words you used to say without thinking.
Dropped from your daily vocabulary. Still in the bones. Around the right table, they come back without you noticing.
- i."Bit of a faff."
- ii."Pop the kettle on."
- iii."Can't be arsed."
- iv."Round the corner."— never "a few blocks over".
- v."Cheeky pint."
- vi."Ta."
- vii."Have a butcher's."
- viii."Going to the shops."— plural. Always plural.